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Copyright, 1882, 

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PREFA CE. 



THIS book contains upwards of a thou- 
sand quotations from the best authors, 
classified, and in some cases adapted to 
the various heads, such as Character, 
Tastes, Professions, etc., and the Com- 
piler trusts that it may be a source of 
refined amusement and help to while 
away a pleasant half-hour. 







INTRODUCTION. 



The book to be given to some member 
of the party capable of giving expression 
to the various answers. A question is 
to be read, and each person to choose 
any number, and the corresponding an- 
swer must then be read aloud. 





CONTENTS. 




QUESTIONS TO LADY. 


I. 


What are your Predominant Char- 
acteristics ? 

(Choose any number up to 45-) 


3 


2. 


Can I describe your Lover ? . 

( Choose any number up to 90. ) 


15 


3- 


Can I predict his Age ? 

(Choose any number up to 55.) 


37 


4 


Let me delineate his Character, 

(Choose any number u,p to 80.) 


49 


5. 


Shall I tell you his Name ? . 

( Choose any number up to 85.) 


6 9 


6. 


Would you like to know his Profes- 
sion? ..... 

(Choose any number up to 70.) 


87 


7- 


Can I disclose the State of your 
Affections ? 

(Choose any number up to 35.) 


103 



v iii CONTENTS. 






QUESTIONS TO GENTLEMAN. 


«• 


I. 


Shall I describe the Principal feat- 
ure in your Character ? . 

(Choose any niunber up to 40.) 


"5 


2. 


Can I describe your Lady-love ? . 

(Choose any number up to 70.) 


123 


3- 


Shall I whisper her Age ? 

(Choose any number up to 35.) ■ 


141 


4- 


May I draw her Character ? . 

(Choose any number up to 45.) 


149 


5. 


Shall I give you her Name ? . 

(Choose any number tip to 80.) 


161 


6. 


Can I tell the State of your Affec- 
tions ? . 

( Choose any number up to 40- ) 


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CONTENTS. 


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QUESTIONS, LADY OR GENTLEMAN 




I. 


What do you most like in Nature ? 

(Choose any number up to 75.) 


i8 9 


2. 


What or Where will be your Home ? 

(Choose any nic?nber tip to 65.) 


209 


3- 


What do you Like Best ? 

(Choose any number up to 71.) 


225 


4- 


What do you Dislike most ? . 

( Choose any number up to 35. ) 


247 


5- 


What will be your Fate ? 

(Choose any number up to 53.) 


255 


6. 


What Month or Season do you most 






Enjoy? 


269 




(Choose any number up to 45.) 





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QUESTIONS TO LADY 





QUESTIONS TO LADY. 


I. 


What are your Predominant Character- 




istics ? 




(Choose any number up to 45.) 


2. 


Can I describe your Lover ? 




(Choose any number up to 90.) 


3- 


Can I predict his Age ? 




(Choose any number up to 55.) 


4- 


Let me delineate his Character. 




(Choose any number up to 80.) 


5- 


Shall I tell you his Name ? 




(Choose any nu?nber up to 85.) 


6. 


Would you like to know his Profession? 




(Choose any number up to 70.) 


7- 


Can I disclose the State of your Affec- 




tions ? 




(Choose any nu?nber up to 35.) 



WHAT ARE YOUR PREDOMINANT 
CHARACTERISTICS ? 



i. 



Your smiles that win, the tints that glow 
Do tell of days in goodness spent, 

A mind at peace with all below, 
A heart whose love is innocent. 

— Byron, 



How can I paint thee as thou art, 
So fair in face, so warm in heart ! 

— Rokeby. 



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Thy goodness, thy magnificence, 
Thy virtue, and thy great humility 
Surpass all science and all utterance. 

— Chaucer. 



4- 
Thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, 
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time 

flowers ; 
Thou can'st not frown, thou can'st not look 

askance, 
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will ; 
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk. 
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers 
With gentle conference, soft and affable. 

— "Taming of the Shrew" 



5- 

Sweetest simplicity is thine ; 
You please, yet never strive to shine. 

— H. More. 



Your honor and your goodness is so evident 
That your free undertaking cannot miss 
A thriving issue. 

— " Winter's Tale." 



7- 

To bear unhurt the brunt of life ; 
To battle with the foes of truth, 
And issue scarless from the strife. 

— Julian Fane. 






PREDOMINANT CHARACTERISTICS. 



8. 

You're somewhat sarcastic and pert, 
It is useless and vain to deny : 
You're a little too much of a flirt, 
And a slattern when no one is by. 

— Mrs. Abdy. 



You are well-favor'd and your looks foreshow 
You have a gentle heart. 

—"Pericles." 



10. 



Like a white swan down a troubled stream, 
So thou, with queenly grace and gentle pride. 
Along the world's dark waves in purity dost 
glide. — Mrs. Norton. 



ii. 

Thou art not fair ; I viewed thee not till now ; 
Thou art not kind ; till now I knew thee not, 
And now the rain hath beaten off thy gilt, 
Thy worthless copper shows thee counterfeit. 
It grieves me not to see how foul thou art, 
But mads me, that I ever thought thee fair. 

— Arden. 



PREDOMINANT CHARACTERISTICS. 



12. 

Your virtues open fairest in the shade, 

There none distinguish 'twixt your shame 01 

pride, 
Weakness or delicacy ; all so nice 
That each may seem a virtue or a vice. 

—Pope. 



*3- 

You're everything by starts, but nothing long. 

— Dryden. 



14. 

I know you wise — constant you are, 

But yet a woman, and for secresy 

No lady closer, for I well believe 

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know, 

And so far I will trust thee, gentle dame. 

— Shakespeare, 



15- 

Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 

Calm in thy hour of pain ; 
Calm in thy poverty or wealth, 

Calm in thy loss or gain. 

— BoJiar. 



PREDOMINANT CHARACTERISTICS, 



16. 

O, woman ! in our hours of ease, 
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, 
And variable as the shade 
By the light quivering aspen made ; 
When pain and anguish wring the brow 
A ministering angel thou ! 

— "Marmion" 



17. 

The twilight of the trees and rocks 
Is in the light shade of thy locks ; 
Thy step is as the wind that weaves 
Its playful way among the leaves. 

— W. C. Bryant 



18. 

Thy friendship is all a cheat, 
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit. 

— Byron. 



19. 

A heart within whose sacred cell 
The peaceful virtues love to dwell ; 
Affection warm, a faith sincere, 
And soft humanity are there. 

— Gray. 



20. 



Never saw I mien or face 
In which more plainly I could trace 
Benignity and home-bred sense 
Ripening in perfect innocence. 

— Wordsworth, 



21, 



Blest with temper, whose unclouded ray 
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day, 
And mistress of yourself: though china fall. 

—Pope. 



22, 



When thou, just entering on thy prime, 
And woman's sense in thee combined, 
First taught thy sighing soul to move 
With hope towards the heaven of love. 

— John Wilson, 



23- 

To wish thee fairer is no need 
More prudent or more sprightly, 

Or more ingenuous, or more freed 
From temper's flaws unsightly. 

— Cowper. 



PREDOMINANT CHARACTERISTICS. 



24. 

Thou art sweet and calm 
As the sleep of a child, as the dew-fall of balm. 
Fear has not darken'd thee ; Hope has not made 
The blossoms expand, it but opens to fade. 

— Z. E. Z. 



25- 
No graces can your form improve, 
But all are lost unless you love ; 
While that sweet passion you disdain, 
Your veil and beauty are in vain. 

— Dryden. 



26. 

You live secure and innocent, beloved of all, 
Praised for your hospitality and prayed for; 
You might be envied, but malice knows 
Not where you dwell. 

— James Shirley. 



27. 

Thou art not false, but thou art fickle 
To those thyself so fondly sought ; 
'Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievest, 
Too well thou lov'st, too soon thou leavest 

— Byron, 






28. 

Thou hast a character refined, 
Graced by a cultivated mind, 
Where taste and science are enshrined, 
And manners that from kindness flow. 

— JDr. Syntax. 



29. 

You broke into heav'n's immortal store, 
Where virtue, honor, wit, and beauty lay ; 
Which taking thence you have escap'd away, 
Yet stand as free as e'er you did before. 

— Drayton. 



30- 

Thou art alone 

In thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness, 

Thy meekness saint-like. 

—"Henry VIII." 



3 1 - 

Thy sports, thy wanderings when a child 
Were ever in the sylvan wild ; 
And all the beauty of the place, 
Is in thy heart and on thy face. 

— W. C. Bryant. 



PREDOMINA NT CHA RA CTERIS TICS. j i 



32. 

You're good yourself, nor think another's shame 
Can raise your merit, or adorn your fame. 

— Lord Lyttelton. 



33- 

Courage with softness, modesty with pride, 
Fixed principles, with fancy ever new, 
Shakes all together, and produces, — you. 

—Pope. 



34- 
Thou art all things, kindly unto all, 

Benevolent and liberal from thy birth, 
Ever responsive to affection's call, 

And full of care for others — full of care. 

— M. F. Tapper. 



35- 
Thy bounty is as boundless as the sea, 
Thy love as deep. 

— u Romeo and Juliet" 



36. 

Good health, and its associate in the most 
Good temper; spirits prompt to undertake, 
And not soon spent, though in an arduous task, 

— Cowper. 



! 2 PREDOMINANT CHARA CTERISTICS. 



37- 
Your face for conquest was designed, 
Your every motion charms the mind ; 
Angels, when you your silence break, 
Forget their hymns to hear you speak. 

— Dryden, 



38. 

When feverish pain 
Wrings the hot drops of anguish from the brow, 
To soothe the soul — to cool the burning brain — 
O, who so welcome and so prompt as thou ! 

— Eastburn. 



39- 

Sweet-hearted, you, whose light blue eyes 
Are tender over drowning flies. 

— " In Memoriam" Tennyson. 



40. 

Thou art fair, at thy birth 
Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great. 
Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, 
And with the blown rose. - 

— Shakespeare. 



PREDOMINANT CHARACTERISTICS. 



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41. 

So soft in love — so wildly nerved in hate. 

— " The Corsair" 



42. 

Your heart as pure — your cheek as bright 
As the spring-rose, whose petals shut 
By sun unscorched, by shower unwet ; 
Leaving behind a memory 
Shrined in love's fond eternity. 

— Z. E. L. 



43- 
Thou'lt smile, and blushing shun 

Some coxcomb's raillery ; 
Nor once thou thought'st of one 

Who ever thinks on thee. 



-Byron. 



44. 



Thou art a pattern bright 
Of virtue, reverential awe, and truth upright, 

— Mayne. 



45- 

Thou art so pure — 
So soft — so sacred in thy loveliness. 

— Bulwer. 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER? 



Graceful his form, and slender, 
And his eyes deep and tender, 
As a woman's in the splendor 
Of her womanhood. 

— Longfellow. 



He is a worthy gentleman ; 
Exceedingly well read, valiant as a lion, 
And wond'rous affable ; and as bountiful 
As mines of India. 

—"Henry IV." 



A sleek, meek, weak gent — who subsists on cold 
water. 

— i 'Ingoldsby Legends. ' ' 



! 5 CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER ? 



4- 

His face, as I grant, in spite of spite, 
Has a broad-blown comeliness, red and white, 
And six feet two, as I think, he stands ; 
But his essences turn'd the live air sick, 
And barbarous opulence jewel-thick 
Sunn'd itself on his breast and his hands. 

— Tennyson. 



5. 

Though it appear a little out of fashion, 
There is much care and valor in this Welshman, 

—"Henry V." 



6. 

Short of stature, large of limb, 
Burly face and russet beard, 
All the women stare at him. 

— Longfellow. 



A complete gentleman, who can dress well, 
dance well, fence well, has a genius for love- 
letters, and an agreeable voice for a chamber. 

— Etherege. 



8. 

His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 
Seem to have known a better day. 

—Scott, 



9- 

Tall and upright, about six feet in height, 
His complexion what you'd denominate light. 
And the tonsure has left, 'mid his ringlets of 

brown, 
A little bald patch on the top of his crown. 

— u Lngoldsby Legends ." 



10. 

Hearty and hale, 
His cheek has the color of oak; 
With a kind of laugh in his speech, 
Like the sea-tide on a beach. 

—Longfellow. 



ii. 

A curly-headed knave, 
With full blue eyes, lit up with joy, 

And brow that seems to brave 
The thousand storms that may assail 
His onward course. 

— Mrs. W. O'Neill. 




12. 

His form is middle size ; 

For feat of strength, or exercise, 

Shaped in proportion fair; 
And hazel his eagle eye, 
And auburn of the darkest dye 
His short curled beard and hair. 
Light his footsteps in the dance, 
And firm his stirrup in the lists. 

— "Marniion." 



13- 

I knew him in his livelier days, 
A brilliant "diner out" 



-Byron. 



14. 

A rider unequaled, a sportsman complete, 
When the country is roughest he rides like a man, 
And the pace cannot stop, nor the fences defeat. 

— Whyte-Melville. 



He is complete in feature, and in mind, 
With all good grace to grace a gentleman. 
— " Two Gentlemen of Vei'ona." 



1 6. 

His hair is crisp, and black, and long, 

His face is like the tan ; 
His brow is wet with honest sweat, 

He earns whate'er he can, 
And looks the whole world in the face, 

For he owes not any man. 

— Longfellow. 



i7- 

One eminent above the rest for strength, 
For stratagem, for courage, and for all, 
Was chosen leader; him they served in war 
And him in peace. 

— Cowfier. 



18. 

His look and bending figure, all bespeak 
A man who does not move with pain, but moves 
with thought. 

— Wordsworth. 



19. 

A man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and 
estimation. 

u Love's Labor's Lost." 



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20. 

As gray as a badger, as thin as a lath ; 

And his very queer eyes have such very queer 

leers 
They seem to be trying to peep at his ears. 

"Ingoldsby Legends. 



21. 

On his bold visage, middle age 

Has slightly pressed its signet sage, 

Yet has not quenched the open truth, 

And fiery vehemence of youth ; 

Forward and frolic glee are there, 

The will to do, the soul to dare. 

The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire 

Of hasty love, or headlong ire. 

His limbs were cast in manly mould, 

For hardy sports, or contest bold ; 

—"Lady of the Laker 



22. 

He is simply the most active gentleman in 

France. 
He never did harm, that I heard of. 
I know him to be valiant. 

—"Henry V." 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER ? 



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23- 

Incapable of doing aught, 
Yet ill at ease with naught to do ; 
Some phantom fashionably thin, 
With limb of lath and kerchiefed chin. 
— "The Bridal of Trier mam. 



C 24. 

His cheek is pale ■ or toil, or care, 
Or midnight study had been there, 
Making its young colors dull, 
Yet leaving it most beautiful. 

— L. E. L. 



( 2 5- 
He speaks three or four languages word for word 
Without a book, and hath all the good gifts of 
nature. 

—"Twelfth Nightr 



26. 

A man not rich, nor yet exceeding poor, 
Not troubled much by either kin or kith. 

— Dering. 



27. 

A careful man and a great scholar. 

— " Twelfth Nightr 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER ? 



28. 

Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes, 
And seasons his whip with impertinent jokes. 

— Lennox. 



29. 

A man freed from servile hands, 
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; 

Lord of himself, though not of lands, 
And having nothing, yet hath all. 

— Wotton. 



30- 

He is quarrelsome and loud, 
And impatient of control, 

Boisterous in the market crowd, 
Boisterous at the wassail-bowl. 

— Longfellow. 



3 1 - 

A handsome young gentleman courteous and 

bold, 
With broad land, pastures arable, woodland and 

wold. 

— "Lngoldsby Legends." 



32. 

A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. 

— "King Lear." 



33- 

He was rich, nor could he move, 
But he was follow'd by the look of love; 
All he had surler'd, every former grief, 
Made those around more studious in relief. 

— Crab be. 



34- 

He is gracious if he be observed ; 
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand 
Open as day, for melting charity. 

— Shakespeare. 



35- 

An old man 
Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly 

— Longfellow. 



36. 

Hope seems to kindle in his breast ; 
Though inconsistent, vague, and vain, 
It warps his judgment and his brain. 

— Scott. 



37- 
A man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched 

— Shakespeare. 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER ? 



38- 

Singing he is, or fluting all the day : 
He is as fresh as is the month of May. 
Short is his gown, with sleeves long and wide \ 
Well can he sit on horse, and faire ride. 

— Chaucer. 



39- 

A young man of fashion and figure, and worth. 
But with no great pretensions to fortune or birth. 

— Rev. R. H. Bar ham. 



40. 

A rustic youth, brown with meridian toil, 
Healthful and strong ; full as the summer rose 
Blown by prevailing suns. 

— Thomson. 



41. 

A good sort of man, only rather too eager 
To listen to what other people are saying, 
When he ought to be minding his business, 01 

Gets into a scrape — and an awkward one, too — 
As you'll find, if you've patience enough to go 

through 
The whole of the story. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends" 




His tall and well proportioned figure 
Shows manhood's prime in all its vigor. 

— Dering. 



43- 

He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere, 
Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere. 
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; 
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. 

— " Comedy of Errors." 



44. 

He is stately, and young, and tall; 
Dreaded in battle, and loved in hall. 

— "Lay of the Last Minstrel" 



45- 
Fair-haired, blue-eyed, his aspect blithe, 
His figure tall, and straight, and lithe, 
And every feature of his face 
Revealing his Norwegian race. - 

— Longfellow. 



46. 

It may be said, he never passed a bonnet, 
Without a look beneath, or comment on it ! 

—Bullock. 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER ? 



47- 
He is of stature passing tall, 
But sparely formed, and lean withal. 
— " Lay of the Last Minstrel? 



48. 

Some strange commotion 
Is in his brain : he bites his lip and starts ; 
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground, 
Then lays his finger on his temple; straight, 
Springs out into iast gait; then stops again, 
Strikes his breast hard; and anon, he casts 
His eye against the moon; in most strange 

postures 
We have seen him set himself. 

—"Henry VIIL" 



49. 

A young man 
Tall and straight, and strong and handsome. 

— Longfellow. 



A man with twelve thousand a year, 
Who deems that life has not a pastime more 

pleasant 
Than to follow a fox, or to slaughter a pheasant, 

— "Lucik" Lylton. 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER ? 



( 5- 

A man of loneliness and mystery, 
Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh. 

— "The Corsair \" 



52. 
Proud little man, opinion's slave, 
Error's fond child, too duteous to be free, 
Say, from the cradle to the grave. 

— Crabbe. 



S3- 
A merrier man 
Within the limit of. becoming mirth, 
I never spent an hour's talk withal : 
His eye begets occasion for his wit \ 
For every object that the one doth catch 
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest. 
— "Love's Labor's Lost" 



54- 

A jolly suitor 
Hath ta'en degrees in the seven sciences 
That ladies love best — He is young and noble, 
Handsome and valiant, gay, and rich, and 
liberal. 

—"The Nun." 



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55- 
His figure is tall and stately, 

Like a boy's his eye appears ; 
His hair is as yellow as hay, 
But threads of a silvery gray 
Gleam in his tawny beard. 

— Longfellow. 



56. 

He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. 

—"Henry VI." 



57- 
His form of the manliest beauty, 

His heart kind and soft ; 
Faithful to all, he does his duty. 



•Dibdin. 



A widower, if report spake true — 
And I for one believed it, so must you. 

— Dering. 



59- 
A rider unequaled, a sportsman complete, 
A rum 'un to follow — a bad 'un to beat. 

- -Whyte-Melville. 




He is a man of middle age, 
In aspect manly, grave, and sage; 
But in the glances of his eye, 
A penetrating, keen and sly 
Expression finds its home. 

— "Marmion" 



61. 



\j i. * 

A man he is to all the country dear, 
And passing rich with forty pounds a year. 

— Goldsmith. 



62. 

His brow is wrinkled with care, 

And the thin gray locks of his failing hair 

Have left his little bald pate all bare. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends!' 



63- 

His voice is steady, low, and deep, 
Like distant waves when breezes sleep. 

— Rokeby. 



64. 

An old man gray and dove-like, with his great 
beard white and long. 

— Longfellow. 




6 5 - 

Tall, dignified, manly, his masculine form 
With an air of importance, unmingled with scorn, 
His brow intellectual, lofty, and bold, 
With a glance that can pierce to the depths of 
your soul. 

—M. J. Gilbert. 



66. 

A highly respectable, middle-aged widower. 
— ' *• bigoldsby Lege?ids. ' ' 



6 7 . 

His raven locks, untinged by gray, 
Around his chiseled features play ; 
And ever and anon there flows 
Some inward tide of joy or woes. 

— Dering. 



68. 

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, 
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain— 
A man of compliments. 

— Shakespeare. 



69. 

A pale stripling ! when a boy, 
A mother's pride, a father's joy ! 

— Rokeby. 




A valiant youth, and his face, like the face of 

the morning, 
Gladdened the earth with its light, and ripened 

thoughts into action. — Longfellow. 



7i- 

A sweet-faced man ; a proper man as one 
shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, 
gentleman-like man. 

— "Midsummer Nighfs Dream." 



72. 

Bright sparkling eyes of hazel, and nigh, 
Rose a finely arch'd eyebrow of similar dye. 
He's a small, well-formed mouth, with the 

Cupidon lips, 
And an aquiline nose, somewhat red at the tip. 
. — "Iiigoldsby Legends." 



73. 
Stern as a soldier might be, but hearty and 

placable always, 
Not to be laughed at, and scorned, because he 

is little of stature ; 
For he is great of heart, magnanimous, courtly, 

courageous. — Longfellow. 



74- 
So pale his face, so huge his limb, 
So old his arms, his looks so grim. 

— "Marmion" 



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75- 
He is a man of honor, of noble and generous 

nature. 
Though he is rough, he is kindly; — 
He had attended the sick with a hand gentle as 
woman's. 

— Longfellow. 



7 6. 

Changing as an April sky, 
Fickle as a butterfly, 
Fitful as a zephyr's sigh. 

—"Hebe! 



77- 
A great, broad-shoulder'd, genial Englishman, 
A lord of fat prize-oxen and of sheep, 
A raiser of huge melons and of pine, 
A patron of some thirty charities. 

— Teimyson* 



78. 

He's tall, and he's straight as the poplar tree. 

His cheeks are as red as the rose, 
He looks like a squire of high degree 

When dressed in his Sunday clothes. 

— Mrs. Brooke. 



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79- 
Shocks of yellow hair, like the silken floss of the 

maize, hang 
Over his shoulders; his forehead is high ; and 

glasses with horn bow 
Sit astride on his nose, with a look of wisdom 
supernal. 

— Longfellow. 



80. 

The rose of health is on his cheek, 

His forehead fair as day ; 
Hope plays within his hazel eye, 

And tells his heart is gay. 

— E. Cook. 






81. 

He is tall and thin, 
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, 
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, 
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin. 

— R. Browning. 



82. 

Short of stature he is, but strongly built, and 

athletic, 
Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with 

muscles and sinews of iron. 

— Longfellow. 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LOVER ? 



83- 

His bearing bold and high, 
His sinewy frame, his falcon eye, 
His look and accent of command, 
His stately form, spare-built and tall. 

— Rokeby. 



84. 

A gentleman of noble parentage, 
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd. 
Stuff'd (as they say) with honorable parts, 
Proportion^ as one's thoughts would wish a 
man. 

— "Romeo and Jidiet" 



85- 

His stature, manly, bold, and tall, 
Built like a castle's battled wall, 
Yet moulded in such just degrees, 
His giant-strength seems lightsome ease. 
—"Lord of the Isles." 



86. 

He has yearly become more staid ; 
More and more like his brother, 
Who's fat, and has taken to trade. 

— H D. Traill 



8 7 . 

I dare thee to discover 

Such a youth and such a lover. 

— Dry den. 



88. 

He is a master of polite learning and a great 
encourager of arts. 

— Addison. 



8 9 . 

A wordy youth, 
So early trained for statesman's part, 
Who talks of honor, faith, and truth, 
And themes that he has got by heart. 

— Scott. 



90. 

A rough, unpolished man, robust and bold, 
But wond'rous poor. 

— Thomson. 



CAN I PREDICT HIS AGE? 



Of seventy years, to higher height, 
Magnific limbs of withered state, 
A face to fear and venerate. 

— Wordsworth. 



2. 



Has skipped from sixteen years of age to, sixty, 
And turned his leaping time into a crutch. 

— Shakespeare, 



; 



He's twenty -nine, 
And, after much reflection, 
He's deem'd it time to give his thoughts 
Some suitable direction. 

— T. H. Bayly. 



3& 



CAN I PREDICT HIS A GE ? 



He lives, nor yet is past his manhood's prime, 
Though seared by toil, and something touched 
by time. 

— "Lara" Byron. 



A younge squire, 
A lover and a lusty bacholer, 
With lockes crull, as they were laid in press, 
Of twenty years of age, I guess. 

— Chaucer. 



6. 

He is no more a boy : 

For yesternoon, alas ! brought to thee 

The solemn tidings he was forty-three. 

— Hartley Coleridge. 



Now thrice six years have passed since first he 

played 
A tiny infant at his mother's knee. 

— Walford. 



8. 

He sprang of noble parents 
To sixty years and three. 

— Wordsworth. 






9- 

The mellow age, 
Smiling through the veil of age ! 
Snows may o'er his head be flung, 
But his heart — his heart is young. 

— Moore. 



10. 

Stalwart and stately in form is the man of seventy 

winters. 
Hearty and hale is he, an oak that is covered 

with snow-flakes, 
White as the snow are his locks and his cheeks 

as brown as the oak leaves. 

— Longfellow. 



ii, 



A lusty boy of twenty-seven. 

— Tennyson. 



12, 



A middle aged man who is half gray, half 
brown, and has a fancy to marry two wives. 



— L'Estrange. 



13- 

The age of two -and- twenty, or thereabouts. 

— Shakespeare. 



4Q 



CAN I PREDICT HIS A GE ? 



14. 

Of sixty years he seem'd and well might last 
To sixty more, but that he lived too fast ; 
Refined himself to soul, to curb the sense ; 
And made almost a sin of abstinence. 

— Dryden. 



IS- 

The age when on the chin appears 
Manhood's first dawn, some seventeen years. 



— Dr. Syntax. 



16. 

On his bold visage, middle age 
Has slightly pressed its signet sage, 
Yet has not quenched the open truth, 
And fiery vehemence of youth. 

— Scott. 



i7- 

You may fancy that man, so stern, and so stony, 
Whom thirty years since we all used to call 
Boney. 

— "In go Ids by Legends." 



18, 

Eighty-four, and strong and hale. 

— Woidsworth, 



CAN I PREDICT HIS A GE ? 



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I 9 . 

His years need scarce a thought employ ; 
I would not have thee wed a boy, 
And thou shalt have a noble dower. 

— Byron. 



20. 

His years but young, but his experience old. 

— Shakespeare, 



21 



It is fifty years ago 

In the pleasant month of May, 

A child in its cradle lay. 

— Longfellow. 



22. 



Mature and perfect, from his dark retreat of 
thirty years. 

— Thomson. 



23- 

Now he is in his twentieth year, 
He feels his bosom light, his conscience clear, 
He bears a gay good nature in his face, 
And in his air shine dignity and grace. 

— Crabbe. 



24. 

He's older than he would be reckoned, 
And well remembers Charles the second. 

— J. Swift 



2 S- 
A hundred 'years have flung their snows 
On his thin locks and floating beard. 

— " Lay of the Last Minstrel" 



26. 

Was but a ward two years ago — is thirty. 

— Shakespeare. 



Somewhere about five-and-tzventy years old, 
His figure and face, for beauty and grace, 
To the best in the country had scorn'd to give 
place. 

— u Lngoldsby Legends" 



28. 

Just- at the age 'twixt boy and youth, 
When thought is speech, and speech is truth. 

— "Marmion" 



29. 

A man well nigh a hundred winters old. 

— Tennyson. 



CAN I PREDICT HIS AGE ? * ? 



3°- 
Not old enough for a man, nor young enough 
for a boy. 

— " Twelfth Night" 



3 1 - 

Though he was not bred at college, 
He's not without some little knowledge, 
And has seen {u\\five-and-twenty years. 

— Dr. Syntax. 



32. 
A venerable gray-beard of fourscore . 



— Scott. 



33- 

Full fa'c-and- thirty years he lived, 
And still the centre of his cheek 
Is blooming as a cherry. 

— Wordsworth. 



34- 
Sixty summers' suns have bronzed his cheek. 

— Watford. 



35- 
He is a man of middle age, 

In aspect manly, grave, and sage. 

— " M amnion" 




His years fourscore and two. 

His locks are thin and wintry white, 

But his eyes are bright and blue. 

—J. S. Blackie. 



37- 
Between a man and a boy, a hobble-de-hoy. 
— "Ingoldsby Legends.'" 



38- 

Ah, what shall he be at fifty, 
Should nature keep him alive, 

If he finds the world so bitter 
When he is but twenty-five ? 

— Tennyson. 



39- 

Too old for youth — too young at thirty-five, 
To herd with boys, or hoard with good three 
score — 
I wonder people should be left alive ; 
But since they are, the epoch is a bore. 

— Byron. 



40. 

A very foolish, fond old man, 
Fourscore and upwards, not an hour more or less. 

— "King Lear." 



CAN I PREDICT HIS A GE ? 



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41. 

His hoary beard in silver rolled, 
He seemed some seventy winters old ; 
And all unruffled was his face : — 
They trusted his soul had gotten grace. 
— "Lay of the Last Minstrel" 



42. 

A man of ripe age 
Who looks happy, and therefore who must have 
been wise. 

— "Lucile" Lytton. 



43- 

His figure is tall and erect — rather spare about 
Ribs — and no wonder — such folks never care 

about 
Eating or drinking, while reading and thinking 
Don't fatten — his age might be sixty or there- 
abouts. 

— "Lngoldsby Legends." 



44. 

He's young, not yet t/iree-znd- twenty. 

I have not yet been able to discover if he has 

Any strong propensities. 

— Pilon. 



46 



CAN I PREDICT HIS A GE ? 



. . .45- 
He has lived fourscore years and upwards, 
I never heard a man of his place, gravity, 
And learning, so wide of his own respect. 
— u Merry Wives of Windsor" 



4 6. 

How time slips away ! 
Who'd have thought that while Cupid was 

playing these tricks 
Ten years had elapsed, and he'd turned twenty - 
six. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends." 



47- 
The dandy of sixty, who bowed with a grace, 
Had taste in furs, feathers, cuirasses, and lace. 

— Anon. 



48. 

A cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most 
Noble carriage; and as I think his age some 

fifty- 

—"Henry IV." 



49. 

Not so young, to love a woman for singing, 
Nor so old, to dote on her for anything. 
He has years on his back forty '-eight. 

—"King Lear." 



CAN I PREDICT HIS AGE ? ** 



5°- 

He is young — but pale like age. 

— Z. E. Z. 



5 1 - 

A grave middle age, respected and sage, 
Has succeeded his youth of storm. 

— H. D. Traill. 



5 2 - 

His way of life 

Is fallen into the sear and yellow leaf: 
And that which should accompany old age, 
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, 
He must not look to have. 

— Shakespeare. 



53- 
Seve?itee?i years, I can venture to say, 
Have I seen him gambol, and frolic and play. 

— Bar ham. 



54- 

He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed, 
Than most have of his age. 

— Shakespeare. 



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CA N I PREDICT HIS AGE I 



55- 
Young, proud, and brave, nerved in deep energy. 

— Z. E. L. 



LET ME DELINEATE HIS CHAR- 
ACTER. 



His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; 
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; 
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart ; 
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. 

— Shakespeare. 



Zealous, yet modest ; innocent, though free ; 
Patient of toil ; serene amidst alarms ; 
Inflexible in faith • invincible in arms. 

— Beattie. 



Like a mine unexplored are the stores of his 

mind, 
The more deeply you search, the more wealth 

you will find. 

—"Templer." 




He is a man of an excellent disposition and 
to be numbered among the chief ornaments of 
his age. He cultivates literature — he loves men 
of learning. 

— Lord Orrery's "Pliny" 



Somewhat hasty and hot, he cannot deny it, and 

headstrong, 
Stern as a soldier might be, but hearty and 

placable always. 

— Longfellow. 



6. 

I had rather live 
With cheese and garlick in a wind-mill, far, 
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me 
In any summer-house in Christendom. 

—"Henry IV." 



7- 
His patience, his magnanimity, his confidence, 
His constancy, security, and quiet, 
He can assure himself against all rumor, 
Despairs of nothing, 
Knowing himself advanced in a height 
Where injury cannot reach him. 

— Beji jfonson. 



LET ME DELINEA TE HIS CHAR A CTER. 



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8. 

His hand unstained, his uncorrupted heart, 
His comprehensive head ! all interests weighed, 
All Europe saved, yet Britain not betrayed. 

—Pope. 



Strong in will, 
To strive, to seek, to find, and never to yield. 

— Tennyson. 



10. 



A man of such a genial mood, 
The heart of all things he embraced, 
And yet of such fastidious taste, 
He never found the best too good. 

— Longfellow. 



11. 

Before he builds computes the cost, 
And in no proud pursuit is lost, 
He learns the bounds of human sense, 
And safely walks within the fence ; 
Thus conscious of his own defect 
Are pride and self-importance checked. 

— Gay. 



. 



S 2 



LET ME DELINEA TE HIS CHAR A CTER. 



12. 

He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, 
Make friends, invite them, and proclaim the 

bans, 
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd. 
— " Taming of the Shrew." 



13- 

In genius and substantial learning, high ; 
For every virtue, every worth, renown'd; 
Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind. 

— Thomson. 



14. 

learn'd. 



and a most rare 



The gentleman is 

speaker, 
To nature none more bound ; his training such 
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, 
And never seek for aid out of himself. 

—"Henry VIII." 



IS- 

A man so various that he seem'd to be 
Not one, but all mankind's epitome ; 
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, 
Everything by starts, and nothing long. 

— Dry dm. 




i6. 

In youth he sought not pleasures found 
By youth in horse, and hawk, and hound, 
But loved the quiet joys that wake 
By lonely stream and silent lake. 

— Rokeby. 



17. 

Whatever fortune stays him from his word, 
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; 
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. 
— " Taming of the Shrew." 



18. 

Few are his words, but keen his eye and hand, 
Ne'er seasons he with mirth their jovial mess, 
But they forgive his silence for success. 

— "The Corsair" 



True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind 
Virtue has raised above the things below ; 
Who every hope and fear to Heaven resign'd, 
Shrinks not, though Fortune aim her deadliest 
blow. 

— Beattie. 



20. 

In vigor, in the gout, 
Alone in company, in place or out, 
Early at business, and at hazard late, 
Mad at a fox-chase, wise at a debate, 
Drunk at a borough, civil at a ball ; 
Friendly at Hackney, faithless at Whitehall. 

—Pope. 



21 



He is virtuous, you know him noble, 

Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth, 

In voice well divulg'd, free learned and valiant. 

And in dimensions, and the shape of nature, 

A gracious person. 

—"Twelfth Night." 



22. 



Acquires a very great number of ideas inter- 
esting to the society in which he lives, will be 
regarded in that society as a man of abilities. 

— Helvetms. 



2 3- 

His actions all are, like his speech, correct. 

— Crabbe. 



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24. 

His ready speech flows fair and free, 
In phrase of gentlest courtesy, 
Yet seems that tone and gesture bland 
Less used to sue than to command. 

—"Lady of the Laker 



I do not think a braver gentleman, 
More active-valiant, or more valiant-young. 
More daring, or more bold is now alive, 
To grace this latter age "with noble deeds. 

—"Henry LV. y ' 



26. 

A kind and gentle heart he had 
To comfort friends and foes, 

The naked every day he clad — 
When he put on his clothes. 

— Goldsmith, 



27. 

Restless as the rolling sea, 
Roving as the summer bee, 
Wav'ring as the aspen tree. 



-"Hebe?- 



28. 

Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit, 
Restless, unfix'd in principles and place, 
In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace. 

— Dryden. 



29. 

A man of very contemplative mood, — 

He would pore by the hour, o'er a weed or a 

flower, 
Or the slugs that come crawling out after a 

shower. 
Black-beetles, and bumble-bees, blue-bottle flies 
And moths were of no small account in his eyes. 
An " Industrious Flea " he'd by no means de- 
spise, 
Nay a hornet, or wasp, he could scarce " keep 

his eyes off." 
He gave up in short, both business and sport, 
And abandon'd himself tout entier to Philosophy. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends" 



3°- 

His eyebrow dark, and eye of fire, 
Shows spirit proud, and prompt to ire \ 
Yet lines of thought upon his cheek, 
Do deep design and counsel speak. 

— " Marmion" 



LET ME DELINEA TE HIS CHAR A CTER. 



3 1 - 

He is great of heart, magnanimous, courtly, 

courageous, 
That any woman in England 
Might be happy and proud to be called his wife. 

— Longfellow. 



32. 
His soul in youth was haughty, but his sins 
No more than pleasure from the stripling wins ; 
And such, if not yet hardened in their course, 
Might be redeemed, nor ask a long remorse. 

— "Lara" Byron. 



33- 

He is a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; 
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading. 
Lofty and sour, to them that love him not ; 
But to those men that seek him, sweet as 
summer. 

—"Henry VLLI." 



34. 

He tries his strength before the race, 
And never seeks his own disgrace ; 
He knows the compass, sail, and oar, 
Or never launches from the shore. 

— Gay. 



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LET ME DELINEATE HIS CHARACTER. 



35- 
The solemn aspect and the high-born eye, 
That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy. 
All these he wielded to command assent; 
But where he wished to win, so well unbent. 

— "T/ie Corsair. 1 ' 



36. 

Trained for either camp or court, 
Skillful ill each manly sport, 

Young, and beautiful, and tall; 
Art of warfare, craft of chases, 
Swimming, skating, snow-shoe races, 

Excellent alike in all. 

— Lojig fellow. 



37- 
He is just such a man as you'd say, at first sight, 
You would much rather dine, or shake hands 
with, than fight. 

— ' 'Ingoldsoy Legends. ' ? 



38- 

Proud his tone, but calm ; his eye 
Has that compelling dignity, 

His mien that bearing naught and high, 
Which common spirits fear. 

— u Lord of the Isles: 1 



LET ME DELINEATE HIS CHARACTER. 



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39- 
His roving fancy like the wind, 
That nothing can stay, and nothing can bind. 
And the magic charm for frozen lands, 
With shadows of palms and shining sands. 

— Longfellow. 



40. 

He is a great observer, and he looks 
Quite through the deeds of men, he loves no 
plays, 
He hears no music. 
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort 
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit 
That could be mov'd to smile at anything. 
Such men as he be never at heart's ease. 

— "Julius Cczsar" 



41. 

They praise him soft and low, 

Call him worthy to be loved, 
Truest friend and noblest foe. 

— Tennyson. 



42. 

That friend which never fails the just, 
When other friends desert their trust. 

— Cotton. 



43- 

Boisterous as March, yet fresh as May; 
With open hand, and brow as free, 
Lover of wine, and minstrelsy ; 
Ever the first to scale a tower, 
As venturous in a lady's bower. 

— "Marmion" 



44. 

Idle in his youth, — 
Very listless, dull, and dreamy, 
Never played with other children, 
Never fished and never hunted. 

— Longfellow. 



45- 
His nature is too noble for the world, 
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, 
Or Jove for his power to thunder. 

— "Coriolamis" 



46. 

Thrice happy man ! enabled to pursue 
What all so wish, but want the power to do ! 
O ! what sums that generous hand supplies, 
What mines, to swell that boundless charity. 

—Pope. 



47- 
The People and Truth were to him as dear 
As the love of fair lady to true chevalier. 
A wrong to conviction he would not endure, 
And he fought for his love while he fought for 
the poor. 

— Hon. G. S. Sniythe. 



4 8. 

Kind was his heart, his passions quick and strong, 
Hearty his laugh, and jovial was his song: 
And if he loved a gun, his father swore, 
" 'Twas but a trick of youth, would soon be 

o'er," 
Himself had had the same, some thirty years 

before. 

— Scott. 



49. 

A fool with more wit than half mankind, 
Too rash for thought, for action too refined. 

—Pope. 



Though equal to all things, for all things unfit. 
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; 
For a patriot too cold, for a drudge disobedient, 
And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. 

— Goldsmith. 



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LET ME DELINEA TE HIS CHAR A CTER. 



Si- 

A student of old books and days, 

To whom all tongues arid lands were known, 

And yet a lover of his own. 

With many a social virtue graced, 

And yet a friend of solitude. 

— Longfelloiv. 



52. 
Sober he was, and grave from early youth, 
Mindful of forms, but more intent on truth. 
In a light drab he uniformly dress'd, 
And look serene th' unruffled mind express'd. 

— Crabbe. 



S3- 
He is a man of mirthful speech, 
Can many a game and gambol teach. 
Full well at tables he can play, 
And sweep at bowls the stake away. 

— "Marmion" 



54. 

He is a scholar, if a man may trust 
The liberal voice of Fame, in her report. 

— Ben Jonson. 



LET ME DEL UVEA TE HIS CHA RA CTER. 



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55- 
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his ; 
I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get him 
from't. 

— " Timon of Athens. ' ' 



56- 

Never did there live on earth 
A man of kindlier nature. The rough sports 
And teasing ways of children vex not him; 
Indulgent listener was he to the tongue 
Of garrulous ; nor does the sick man's tale, 
To his fraternal sympathy address'd, 
Obtain reluctant hearing. 

— Wordsworth. 



57- 
His own opinion is his law. I' the presence 
He would say untruths, and be ever double, 
Both in his words and meaning. 

—"Henry VIIL" 



58. 
Kindly in heart, in word severe, 
A foe to thought, and grief, and fear, 
He holds his humor uncontrolled. 

—"Lord of the Isles:' 



6 4 



LET ME DELINEATE HIS CHARACTER. 



59- 

Deep versed in books and shallow in himself, 
Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys, 
As children gathering pebbles on the shore. 

—Milton. 



60. 

Not smiling his countenance, thoughtful and 

grave, 
Determined in purpose, frank, generous, and 

brave, 
Not given to flatter, but always sincere, 
Beloved and respected, yet reverenced with fear; 
Inclined more for study than pleasure or mirth, 
More choice to true virtues than fortunes or 

birth. 

—M. J. Gilbert 



01. 

The heart of honor, the tongue of truth, 

He, the life and light of us all, 

Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call, 

Whom all eyes follow'd with one consent, 

The cheer of whose laugh, and whose pleasant 

word, 
Hush'd all murmurs of discontent. 

— Longfellow . 



62. 

The gentleman is full of virtue, bounty, worth, 
and qualities. 

— Shakespeare. 



LET ME DELINEATE HIS CHARACTER. 



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63- 

The ever faithful heart, 
That never from its first resolve would part, 
Was always there to comfort and to aid ■ 
Still prompt to counsel, never to upbraid, 
But in the hour of trouble and of shame, 
Had not one word of anger or of blame. 

— Scndamore. 



64. 

His life is gentle \ and the elements 
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up 
And say to all the world, " This is a man ! " 

— Shakespeare. 



65- 

Ever moral, ever grave, 

Thinks who endures a knave, is next a knave, 
Save just at dinner, then prefers, no doubt, 
A rogue with vension to a saint without. 

—Pope. 



66. 

O, he's as tedious 

As is a tired horse, a railing wife, 

Worse than a smoky house. 

—"Henry IV." 



6 7 . 

His best companions, innocence and health. 
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. 

— Goldsmith. 



68. 

He, the best of all musicians, 
He, the sweetest of all singers, 
Beautiful and childlike is he, 
Brave as man is, soft as woman, 
Pliant as a wand of willow, 
Stately as a deer with antlers. 

— Longfellow. 



6 9 . 

His school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and 

furious, 
His prime of manhood, daring, bold, and 

venturous. 

— Shakespeare. 



70. 

The modest yet the manly mien, 

Might grace the court of maiden queen : 

Every feature has the power 

To aid the expression of the hour; 

Whether gay wit, and humor sly, ■ 

Danced laughing in his light-blue eye. 

— Rokeby. 



LET ME DELINEA TE HIS CHAR A CTER. 



6 7 



71- 

The greatest, nor the worst of men — 
One moment of the mightiest, and again 
On little objects with like firmness fixed; 
Extreme in all things ! 

— Byron, 



72. 

Impartial, moderate, candid to appear; 
Fearful of enmity, to friendship cold, 
Cautiously frank, and timorously bold ; 
And so observant never to offend. 

— Sir C. H. Williams. 



73- 
None do love him — though to hall and bower 
He gathers revelers from far and near. 

— Byron. 



74. 
A princely man ! 
If hard to you, heroic for himself! 



— Browning. 



75- 
A right good constant man is he, 
Living in peace, and perfect charity. 

- — Crab be. 




76. 

He can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a 
curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain 
message bluntly ; that which ordinary men are 
fit for, he is qualified in, and the best of him is 
diligence. 

—"King Lear r 



77- 
Proud of his Indian wealth, and of the skill 
And toil which gathered it. 

— L. E. L. 



78. 

There's ne'er a man in Christendom, 
Can lesser hide his love or hate, than he ; 
For by his face straight shall you know his heart. 

— Shakespeare. 

79- 
He is a little chimney, and heated hot in a 
moment. 

— Longfellow. 



80. 

In public life severe, 

To virtue still inexorably firm; 

But when beneath his low illustrious roof, 

Sweet peace and happy wisdom smoothed his 

brow, 
No friendship softer was, nor love more kind. 

— Thomson. 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME? 



i. 



Wilfred, of gentle hand and heart, 
Averse to every active part, 
But most averse to martial broil, 
From danger shrunk, and turned from toil. 

— Rokeby. 



2. 



What danger or what sorrows can befall thee 
So long as Edward is thy constant friend. 

—"Henry VL" 



How often, hither wandering down, 
Arthur found your shadows fair, 
And shook to all the liberal air 

The dust and din and stream of town ! 

— Tennyson. 



4- 

Philip, good old Sir Robert's eldest son. 

— " King John." 



5- 
Walter had knowledge, prudence, jealous care; 
He let no idle views his bosom share; 
He never thought nor felt for other men. 

— Crabbe. 



The gallant Clifford seeks thy hand. 

— " Lord of the Isles r 



7- 

William the Silent 
They call him — he is free enough in talk, 
He must deserve his surname better. 

— " Queen Mary" Tennyson. 



8. 

Pat feels his heart, as he gazes, depart, 
Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet 
love. 

—McCarthy. 



9- 

Jo/171, whose voice is like a rill that slips 
Over the sunny pebbles breathingly. 



— Leigh Hunt. 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? ,j 



10. 

Norman ! who has nothing to do 

But to run round the world, fight, 
And drink till all's blue. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



ii. 



Young Ben, he is a nice young man. 

— Tom Hood, 



12. 

Noble -Francis — wise as brave, 
Thought he, may have the skill to save. 

— Wordsworth. 



*3- 

Thomas is stout of limb, 
But his cough is short, and his eyes are dim, 
And he wears green " specs," with a tortoise- 
shell rim, 
And his hat is remarkably broad in the brim. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



14. 

Young Harry — with his beaver on, 
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed, 
Witched the world with noble horsemanship. 

— Shakespeare, 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? 



*5- 

^/2»comes, the pride of swains, 

A soul that knows no art ; 
And from whose eyes serenely mild, 
Shines forth the feeling heart. 

—Mallet 



16. 

English John, 
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome. 

—"King John." 



17. 

From his youth 
James, though not sickly yet was delicate. 

— Wordsworth. 



18. 

David has since had a " serious call," 

He never drinks ale, wine, or spirits, at all, 

And they say he is going to Exeter Hall 

To make a grand speech, and to preach and to 

teach 
People that they can't brew their malt liquor too 

small. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends'' 



19. 

What think you of young Percy's pride ? 

—"Henry IV: 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? *, - 

/3 



20. 

Basil the blacksmith, 
A mighty man in the village and honored by all 
men. 

— Longfellow, 



21. 



Frederick leaves the land of France, 

Homeward hastes his steps to measure ; 

Careless casts the parting glance, 
On the scene of former pleasure. 

— Scott. 



22. 

Captain Dugald Mac Bride, Royal Scots Fusil- 
iers, 
And I doubt if you find in the whole of his clan, 
A more highly intelligent, worthy young man. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



23- 
Oscar owns a hero's soul, 
His dark eye shines through beams of truth. 

— Byron. 



24. 

Good Edmund, whose genius is such, 
We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much. 

— Goldsmith. 



74 SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? 



2 5- 
Herbe?'t sat in his hall : the hearth 
Was blazing as it mocked the storm without 
With its red cheerfulness. 

—L. E. L. 



26. 

It is not St. Dunstan — so doubtless it's Peter. 

— ' ' Ingoldsby Legends. ' ' 



27. 

Hugh, a gentleman born, 

You can trace his pedigree plainly. 

— Longfellow. 



28. 

Jack with his familiars, 

Jo/m with his brothers and sisters ; 

And Sir John with all Europe. 

—"Henry LV." 



29. 

Allen had early learn 'd control, 
And smooth his words have been from youth. 

— Byron. 



3°- 
Bonny sweet Robin is all your joy. 



— u Hamletr 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? y ,- 



3 1 - 

William was kind and easy ; he complied 
With all requests, or grieved when he denied, 
Prone to compassion, mild with the distressed. 

— Crabbe. 



3 2 - 
Young Frank is chief of Errington, 
And Lord of Langley Dale. 

— Scott. 



33- 

Who should it be, but the pride of the village. 
Claude. 

— " Lady of Lyo7is" 



34- 

Simple truths did Andrew glean 

Beside the babbling rills; 
A careful student he has been 

Among the woods and hills. 

— Wordsworth. 



35- 

Pride mingles in the sigh her voice, 

And shares with Love the crimson glow, 
Well pleased that thou art Arthur's choice. 

— " The Bridal of Trier main" 



7 6 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? 



36. 

Montague , 
The only son of your great enemy. 

— " Romeo and Juliet" 



37. 

In Conrad's form seems little to admire, 
Though his dark eyebrow shades a glance of fire. 

— " The Corsair" 



38. 

Edward — the lightest heart, 
That ever played on holiday his part ! 
The leader he in every Christmas game, 
The harvest-feast grew blither when he came. 

—Scott. 



39- 

One George swears to come from St. Cloud, 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



40. 

Harold — but whence his name 
And lineage long it suits me not to say; 
Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame, 
And had been glorious in another day. 

— u Childe Harold" Byron. 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? » s 



41. 

Basil is one who was not to be done 
By any one, either in earnest or fun. 

— ' ' Ingoldsby Legends. ' ' 



42. 

Guy, I knew him long, but ne'er knew him 
that joyous cavalier. 

— Scott. 



43- 
Horatio / you tremble and look pale ; 
Is not this something more than fantasy ? 
What think you on't ? 

— Shakespeare. 



44. 

The sigh that rends thy constant heart 
Shall break thy Edwin's too. 

— Goldsmith. 



45- 
Nobody you ever heard, 

Fiddles half as well as Freddy, 
When he plays, each little bird, 
To accompany is ready. 

— Tom Hood. 



4 6. 

Alfred is one of those men who achieve 
So little because of the much they conceive. 

— " Lucile" Lytton. 



47- 
Hanwiond, the darling pride, 
The friend, and lover of the tuneful throng. 

— Thomso7i. 



4 8. 

Young Henry was as brave a youth 
As ever graced a martial story; 
You sigh for love, and he for glory. 

— DibdiiL 



49. 

Francis Hale, the farmer's son 
Who lives across the bay. 

— Tennyson. 



So. 

Willie, 
With his many petty wiles ; 

Words of wisdom is his look. 
And quaint, quiet smiles. 



-Massey. 



His birth, his parentage, and education, 
I know but little of — a strange, odd mortal; 
His aspect, air, and gait, are all ridiculous; 
His name is Mason — he'd been christened Nicho- 
las. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends" 



52. 

Noble Douglas — 
Armed to follow thee, or die. 

— Hemans. 



S3- 
Brave Archibald — 
That ever-valiant and approved Scot. 

—"Henry VIP 



54- 

Edward, to each voluptuous vice a slave, 
Cruel, intemperate, vain, suspicious, brave. 

— Egertoii. 



55- 
No fond regret must Norman know ; 
His heart must be like bended bow, 
His foot like arrow free. 

—Scott 



8o 



SHALL I TELL YOU HIS NAME ? 



56. 

You might have been wiser ; 
For this arrant deceiver, by name 
Maurice — a shocking old scamp. 

— ' ^Ingoldsby Lege) ids. ' ' 



57. 
When Jack, no more on duty calPd, 
His true-love's tokens overhaul'd. 

— Dibdin. 



58. 

Frederick the wild, the frolic, and the loud, 
Of curb impatient, and of outrage proud \ 
Yet young and titled, amorous and gay, 
Means at thy feet the nuptial wreath to lay. 

— Anna Seward. 



59- 
He whom my father nam'd your Edgar. 
Was he not companion with the riotous knights ? 

— u Ki?igLear." 



60. 

Charles, 
Stone-hard, ice-cold — no -dash of daring in him. 
— " Queen Mary.'' Tennyson. 



6i. 

Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears. 

— Byron. 



62. 

Ferdinand, a clever bear 
(Now A. R. A.), who wears his hair 
Like Irving. 

— Freeman. 



63- 

For fun or frolic, and all that, 
In the round world was not the 
Match of Pat. 

— Scott 



64. 

Stanley, of that sacred band 
Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene; 
Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense 
Inspired : where moral wisdom mildly shines. 

— Thomson. 



6S- 
James, — you know him, — old but full 
Of force, and firm upon his feet. 

— Tennyson. 




Tom never from his word departs, 

His virtues are so rare ; 

His friends are many and true-hearted. 

— Dibdin. 



6 7 . 

Henry — to learning much inclined 

But strong passions, and a savage mind. 



— Egerton. 



68. 

You'll be sure to be caught by a 
Hugh and a cry ! 

— ' 'Lngoldsby Legends. ' ' 



69. 

Young Lewis is a generous youth. 

— " Lady of 'the Lake." 



70. 

A squire he is whose name is Ralph, 
Who in adventure went his half. 

— " Hudibras." 



7i- 

Gallant Bernai'd ! ever boldly he rides, 
Ever gayly he sings. 

— -" Lacile" Lytton. 




72. 

Charles is evidently struck, 
I'm sure he soon will pop. 

—T. H. Bayly. 



73- 
An old codger, the neighbors call Roger. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



74- 
With form and aspect to command respect, 
With mind, desert, and talent to protect, 
Edward presents a model to admire ; 

— Dibden. 



75- 
Roland 7 I could deem him all 
A man must honor and a woman love ! 

—L. E. L. 



76. 

Dick hath a swarthy hue, 
Between a gingerbread-nut and a Jew. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



77- 
Patrick, sure the wintriest weather 
Is easily borne when you bear it together. 

— Mrs. Norton. 



7 8. 

You'll love no more than one, 
You shall love Fra?ik. 

— Beaumo?it and Fletcher, 



79- 
Thy bosom throbbed when Ronald's name 
Came gracing fame's heroic tale, 
Like perfume on the summer gale. 

—Scott. 



80. 

They call him Robert, 'tis his father's name. 

— Crabbe. 



81. 

Lionel — fair speech is his, and delicate of phrase. 

— Tennyson* 



82. 

Allen his name, was more than common joy, 
A more than common life in every limb; 
A strong and handsome stripling, 
And the gay spirit answers to the frame. 

— Crabbe. 



83- 

You always loved and respected Sir William. 

— Swift. 




84. 

Thy Eustace might have sat for Hercules. 

— Tennyson. 



85- 

Bruce, with the pilot's wary eye, 
The slackening of the storm could spy. 
—"Lord of the Isles." 



WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW HIS 
PROFESSION? 



i. 



Grave in his aspect and attire ; 
A man of ancient pedigree, 
A Justice of the Peace. 

— Longfellow. 



A Merchant selling coals ? we see 
The buyer send to cellar back. 

— Tom Hood. 



An Apothecary , — 
And hereabouts he dwells — when late I noted 
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brow, 
Culling of simples, meagre were his looks, 
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. 

— Shakespeare. 




4- 
A Tutor, chosen for his age and station, 
Well suited to the wants of the occasion. 

— Deri?tg. 



5- 

An old Admiral, living at Bath, 

And he plays long whist, but he frets and he 

fumes, 
For all his knaves stand upside down, 
And the jack of clubs does nothing but frown, 
And the kings and the aces, and all the best 

trumps, 
(}et into the hands of the other old frumps. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends" 



6. 

A Lord, and nothing but a Lord ! 

— Shakespeare. 



7- 
A Smith, a mighty man is he, 

With large and sinewy hands ; 
And the muscles of his brawny arms 
Are strong as iron bands. 

— Longfellow. 



8. 

An honest man and a good Bricklayer. 

—"Henry VL" 



9- 

The Lawyer's head beneath his \vig 
Oft cogitates some knotty query, 

Which, utter'd with importance big, 
Some hapless innocent may weary. 

— Young. 



10. 



Just made first Chaplain to his patron lord. 

— Cowper. 



ii. 



A Poet, faithful and far-seeing, 
Sees alike in stars and flowers a part 
Of the self-same, universal being 
Which is the throbbing in his brain and heart. 

— Lo?igfellow. 



12. 



An old Physician, sly and shrewd, 
With management of face endued. 

— B rams ton. 



13- 



A City Clerk, but gently born and bred, 

vork. 
— Tennyson. 



Small his gains and hard his work. 



14. 

A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy, 
No higher than thyself, the judge's Clerk, 
A prating boy. 

— "Merchant of Venice" 



A better Farmer never brushed dew from lawn, 

— Byron. 



16. 



A poor Curate — 
Remote from town, he runs his godly race, 
Nor e'er has changed nor wished to Change his 
place. 

— Goldsmith. 



i7- 

A Goldsmith, and never quite gave up the trade, 
The Company — richest in London, 'tis said — 
Acknowledge him still as their patron and head. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends" 



18. 

A Colonel of the Volunteers, 
Mounted upon his old gray mare 
Seen here and there and everywhere. 

— Longfellow, 



PROFESSION. 



9* 



An Auctioneer, I never did — 
The victim of a slavish lot, 
Obliged to do as he is bid ! 

— Tom Hood. 



20. 



A trade that he might use with a safe conscience, 
a Mender of bad Soles. 

— "Julius Ccesar" 



21 



A Bishop by the altar stood, 
With mitre sheen, and rocquet white, 
Yet showed his meek and thoughtful eye, 
But little pride of prelacy. 

— "Marmion" 



22. 



A braver Soldier never couched lance, 
A gentler heart did never sway in court. 

—"Henry VI." 



23- 

He is but a Landscape-painter, 
And he shall have a cheerful home. 

— Tennyson. 



9 2 



PROFESSION. 



24. 

A Parish Priest — 
An awful, reverend, and religious man, 
His eyes diffuse a venerable grace, 
And chanty itself is in his face. 

— Dry den. 



2 5- 
A man not of words but of actions, 
Offers his hand and his heart, the hand and heart 
of a Soldier. 

— Longfellow. 



26. 

A Broker watching fall and rise 
Of stock ? — I'd rather deal in stone. 

— Tom Hood. 



27. 

A Lawyer, with talking grows hoarse, 

Says, " I can say no more — let the law take its 



course." 



— "L?igoldsby Legends." 



28. 

A jfustice with eyes severe and beard of formal 

cut, 
Full of wise saws and modern instances. 

— u As you Like it." 



PROFESSION. 



93 



29. 

A Mariner of England ! 

Who guards our native seas; 

Whose flag has braved a thousand years 

The battle and the breeze. 

— Dibdin. 



3°- 
A Curate; he is fatter than his cure. 

— Tennyson. 



3i- 

A man of great worship officii virtue, 
Versed in all that pertains to a Counsellor 1 s duty. 
Well skill'd to combine civil laws with divine, 
As a statesman, inferior to none in that line. 

" Ingoldsby Legends" 



3 2 - 
He's a Jockey of Newmarket. 

— S. Knowles. 



33- 

An Author 7 'tis a venerable name ! 
How few deserve it, and what numbers claim, 
Unblest with sense above their peers refined, 
Who shall stand up dictators of mankind, 

— Young. 



34- 

A Sexton ringing the village bell, 
When the evening sun is low. 

— Longfellow. 



35- 

A Soldier, 
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like a pard, 
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, 
Seeking the bubble reputation, 
Even at the cannon's mouth. 

— "As you Like it." 



36. 

A simple Sailor, lowly born ; 

Unlettered and unknown ; 
Who toils for bread from early morn 

Till half the night has flown. 

— "H. M. S. Pinafore." 



37. ' 

A Doctor. Night and day 

Hundreds of patients so besiege him, 
You'd swear that all the rich and gay 
Fell sick on purpose to oblige him. 

— Moore. 



38. 

A Builder running houses up, 
Their gains are stories — may be lies ! 

— Tom Hood. 



39- 

A Poet, whose verse 

Was tender, musical, and terse; 

The inspiration, the delight, 

The gleam, the glory, the swift flight 

Of thought, so sudden that they seem 

The revelations of a dream. 

— Longfellow. 



40. 

A yudge, that no king can corrupt. 

—"Henry VIIL" 



41. 

A Country Schoolmaster, 
The village all declared how much he knew; 
'Twas certain he could write — and cipher too, 

— Goldsmith. 



42. 

The worthy fellow is our General; 
He is the rock, the oak, not to be wind-shaken, 

— " Coriolanus." 



43- 
An Orator, he is equal'd by few ; 
Uniting, in short, in tongue, head-piece, and pen, 
The very great powers of three very great men. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends." 



44- 
The Count, thy lover, is as brave as brave can 

be, 
He surely would do desperate things to show 
his love of thee. 

— Leigh Hunt. 



45- 
A gentleman of action, a fair accomplished 
man, and a rare E?igineer. 

— Beaumont and Fletcher. 



46. 

A Soldier — 
Guns, bayonets, swords, pikes, lashes, wounds, 

devotion, 
A constant chance of death — but no promotion. 

— Byron. 



47- 

A Farmer lie is ; and his house, far and near, 
Was the boast of the country for excellent cheer. 

— Wordsworth. 



4 8. 

He is made Master 
O' the Rolls, and the king's secretary 
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments. 

— "Henry VIII." 



49- 
That good man, the Clergyman, has told you 

words of peace; 
O, blessings on his kindly voice, and on his 

silver hair ! 
And blessings on his whole life long. 

— Tennyson. 



5°- 

An Apothecary, 
He knows the cause of every malady, 
Be it of cold, or hot, or moist, or dry. 

— Chaucer. 



5 1 ' 

The Farmer, ere his heart approves, 
Yields up the custom which he dearly loves ; 
Refinement forces on him like a tide ; 
Bold innovations down its current ride. 

— Bloomfield. 



\ 




A Squire, august and splendid sight ! 
Slowly descending with majestic tread, 
Down the long street he walked as one who said, 
" A town that boasts inhabitants like me, 
Can have no lack of good society ! " 

— Longfellow. 



53- 

With a very smooth face, a young dandified 
Lawyer, 

Whose air, ne'ertheless, speaks him quite a top- 
sawyer. 

— " Lngoldsby Legends" 



54. 
A Miller hale and bold, 
He works and sings from morn to night — 
No lark more blithe than he. 

— Mackenzie. 



55- 
A Poet in a golden clime was born, 

With golden stars above ; 
Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, 
The love of love. 

— Tennyson. 



PROFESSION. gg 



56- 

He is a Carpenter by trade and never was en- 
croaching, 

He had no work, no money, which made him go 
a poaching. 

— J. Crannis. 



57- 
The busy Merchant, the big warehouse built, 
Raised the strong crane; choked up the loaded 

street 
With foreign plenty; .and thy stream, O Thames, 
Large, gentle, deep, majestic king of floods ! 
Chose for his grand resort. 

— Tho?nson. 



58- 

A Parson, a man austere. 
His form was ponderous, and his step slow; 
There never was so wise a man before. 

— Longfellow. 



59- 

A Cha?icellor, sedate and vain, 
In courteous words returns reply ; 

But dallies with his golden chain, 
And, smiling, puts the question by. 

— Tennyson. 



IOO PROFESSION. 



60. 

A young Squire, 
By smiling fortune blessed 
With large demesnes, hereditary wealth. 

— Somerville. 



61. 

A Canon, a portly man — of Latin and of Greek 
And learned lore, he had good store, and 
Health was on his cheek. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



62. 

A wandering Mariner, whose eye explores 
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, 
Views not a realm, so bountiful and fair, 
Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air; 
In every clime the magnet of his soul, 
Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole. 

— Montgomery. 



63. 

A Pri?iter — his toils comprise 
Another's work beside his own. 

— Tom Hood. 



The college rolls received his name, 
The young enthusiast quits his ease for fame ; 
Through all his veins the fever of renown 
Spreads from the strong contagion of the gown, 

— Ben Jonson. 



6 5 - 

For the wisdom his brows can plan, 
He's well cut out to be an Alderman. 

— Chancer. 



66. 

A venerable Priest 
Our frequent and familiar guest, 
Whose life and manners well could paint 
Alike the student and the saint. 

— Scott. 



67. 

A Soldier who has fought for country and for 

kings, 
Crippled of an arm, and wears his right leg in a 

sling. 

— Tom Hood. 



68. 

A Merchant of great traffic through the world. 

— Shakespeare. 



I02 PROFESSION. 



6 9 . 

He was a Fisher from his earliest day, 
And places his nets within the borough's bay, 
Where by his skates, his herrings, and his soles, 
He lives. 

— Crabbe. 



70. 

A poor Esquire of Kent, that loves his king. 

— "Henry VL" 



CAN I DISCLOSE THE STATE OF YOUR 
AFFECTIONS? 



The sharer of his joys and sorrows here, 
Lighten er of toil, the soother of his sigh, 
The angel partner of eternity. 

— Nicholas MichelL 



2. 

Even as one heat another heat expels, 

Or as one nail by strength drives out another, 

So thy love is thaw'd, 

Which like a waxen image 'gainst a lire 

Bears no impressions of the thing it was. 

— " Two Gentleme?i of Verona" 



The fault was nature's fault, not thine, 
Which made thee fickle as thou art. 

— Byron. 



! 0^ STA TE OF A FFECTIONS. 



4- 

Thy love is like a summer flower, 
That withered in the wintry hour, 
Born but of vanity and pride. 

— "Lord of the Isles r 



5- 
You love him as young Genius loves, 

When its own wild and radiant heaven 
Of starry thought burns with the light, 
The love, the life, by passion given. 

—L. E. L. 



6. 

'Twas pretty, though a plague, 
To see him every hour; to sit and draw 
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, 
In your heart's table ; heart, too capable 
Of every line and trick of his sweet favor, 
But now he's gone, and your idolatrous fancy 
Must sanctify his relics. 

—"All's Well that Ends Well." 



7- 
You love the man, but not his fantasies. 
— " Harold" Tennyson. 



ST A TE OF A FFECTIONS. j Q 



8. 

But love has, like the canker worm, 
Consumed your early prime ; 

The rose grew pale and left your cheek, 
You loved before your time. 

— D. Mallet. 



9- 
Love is your master, for he masters you. 
— "Two Gentle?nen of Verona" 



10. 

You love your duty, love your friend, 
Love truth and merit to defend, 

To moan their loss who hazard ran ; 
You love to take an honest part, 
Love beauty with a spotless heart. 

— Dibdin. 



ii 



Your life as free from thought as sin, 
Slept like a lake till love threw in 
His talisman, and woke the tide, 
And spread its trembling circles wide. 

— Moore. 



io6 



STA TE OF AFFECTIONS. 



12. 



Yes, it is Love — if thoughts of tenderness, 
Tried in temptation, strengthened by distress, 
Unmoved by absence, firm in every clime, 
And yet — Oh, more than all ! — untired by time. 

— Byron. 



13- 

All fancy-sick thou art, yet thou must grieve, 
With sighs of love that cost the fresh blood dear. 
— u Midsum7iier Night's Dream." 



14. 

Thy heart is not yet broken, 
The harp not yet unstrung ; 

Despair hath not been spoken, 
Though trembling on thy tongue. 

—T. H. Bayly. 



15- 

Thy love resembleth 
The uncertain glory of an April day ; 
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 
And by and by a cloud takes all away. 

— "Two Gentlemen of Verona." 



STA TE OF AFFECTIONS. 10 j 



16. 

'Tis not in language to impart 
The secret meltings of thy heart. 

— Addison. 



i7- 

From thy very birth 
Thy soul was drunk with love, which did pervade 
And mingle whate'er you saw on earth ; 
Of objects all inanimate you made 
Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, 
And rocks whereby they grew, a Paradise. 

— Byron. 



18. 

You cannot fight for love as men may do; 
You should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. 

— Shakespeare. 



19. 

You love him as a woman loves — 
Reckless of sorrow, sin, or scorn ; 

Life had no evil destiny 

That, with him, you could not have borne ! 

— Z. E. Z. 



o8 



STATE OF AFFECTIONS. 



20. 

To love the softest hearts are prone, 
But such can ne'er be all your own ; 
Too timid in your woes to share, 
Too meek to meet, or brave despair ; 
And sterner hearts alone may feel 
The wound that time can never heal. 

— Byron. 



21. 



In many ways does the full heart reveal 
The presence of the love it would conceal ; 
But in far more th' estranged heart lets know 
The absence of the love which yet it fain would 
show. 



— Coleridge, 



22. 



You love — your cheeks confess it 
One to the other. Your eyes speak it. 
—"All's Well that Ends Well." 



23- 
Full of grief and full of love, 
Impatient for thy lord's return, 
You sigh, you pine, you rave, you moan- 
Was ever passion cross'd like thine. 

— Addison. 



24. 

You've grown acquainted with your heart, 
And search'd what stirr'd it so. 
Alas ! you found it love. 

— Fletcher. 



25- 
You love — invention is sham'd 
Against the proclamation of thy passion, 
Your cheeks confess it one to the other, 
Your eyes they speak it. 

—"AWs Well that Ends Well" 



26. 

The iron may enter in and pierce thy soul, 
But cannot kill the love within thee burning. 
The tears of misery, thy bitter dole, 
Can never quench thy true heart's yearning. 

— Gerald Massey. 



ay- 
Love! Yes, it is love — unchangeable — un- 
changed, 
Felt but for one from whom you never ranged. 

—"The Corsair r 



j IO STA TE OF AFFECTIONS. 

28. 

Thy true love is grown to such excess, 
You cannot sum up half thy sum of wealth. 
— "Romeo and Juliet" 



29. 

By every wile to woman known, 

By careless mien, and slighting word; 

By love, by pride, by every art 

That fires the soul and melts the heart, 

You lure your victim on, 

Till sense and heart are gone. 

— Sou they. 



3°- 

Deep in thy soul that tender secret dwells, 
Lonely and lost to light forever more, 

Save when to thine his heart responsive swells, 
Then trembles into silence as before. 

— "The Corsair" 



3i- 

With nightly tears and daily heart-sore sighs 
Love hath chas'd sleep from thy enthralled eyes, 
And made them watches of thine own heart's 
sorrows. 

—"Two Gentlemen of Verona." 



3 2 - 

Thy love is no rose ; 
Thy love is the holly that ever is green, 
Whether breezes are balmy or blasts are keen, 
The same that is still, 
In days sullen and chill. 

— Bennett. 



33- 

To wish his fortunes to partake, 
Determined never to forsake; 
Tho' low in poverty you trove, 
If so that you his wife he'd call, 
You'd offer him your little all — 
If this be loving — then you love. 

— Dibdin. 



34- 

You must love him ere to you, 
He will seem worthy of your love. 

— Wordsworth. 






35- 

Frown on your lover one little while, 

Dearer will be the light of your smile ; 

Let your blush, laugh, and sigh ever mingle 

together, 
Like the bloom, sun, and clouds of the sweet 

spring weather. 

—L. E. L. 



QUESTIONS TO GENTLEMAN. 



1. Shall I describe the Principal feature in 

your Character ? 

(Choose any number up to 40.) 

2. Can I describe your Lady-love ? 

( C /loose any number up to 70.) 

3. Shall I whisper her Age ? 

(Choose any number up to 35.) 

4. May I draw her Character ? * 

(Choose any number up to 45-) 

5. Shall I give you her Name? 

( Choose any number up to 80. ) 

6. Can I tell the State of your Affections ? 

( Choose any number up to 40.) 



SHALL I DESCRIBE THE PRINCIPAL 
FEATURE IN YOUR CHARACTER? 



For deep discernment praised, 

And sound integrity not more famed, 

For sanctity of manners undented. 

— Cowper. 



A breast, where mild humility resides, 
Where virtue dictates, and where wisdom guides ; 
A mind that, stretch'd beyond the years of youth, 
Explores the secret springs of taste and truth. 



— Langhorne. 



Thou art a gentleman, 

Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplished. 
— " Two Gentlemen of Verona" 



ii6 



CHARACTER. 



4- 

You have an iron will, 

With axe-like edge unturnable. 



Tennyson, 



5- 



Thou'rt full of love and honesty, 
And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them 
breath. 

— " Othello." 



6. 

There is a certain something in your looks, 
A certain scholar-like and studious something, 
Which marks you as a very learned man. 

— " Spanish Student" 



It is not love, it is not hate, 
Nor low ambition's honors lost, 

That bids you loathe your present state, 
And fly from all you prize the most. 

— " Childe Harold." 



8. 

They say you are a melancholy fellow. 

— u As you Like it." 



CHARACTER. II y 



9- 

Your purposes are full of honesty, 
Nobleness, and integrity. 

— Dryden. 



10. 



You are as full of valor as of kindness ; 
Princely in both. 

—"Henry K" 



ii. 

A truer, nobler, trustier heart, 

More loving or more loyal, never beat 

Within a human breast. 

— Byron. 



12. 

You are a gentleman of excellent breeding, 
Admirable discourse, of great admittance, 
Authentic in your place and person, generally 
Allowed for your many war-like, court-like 
And learned preparations. 

— "Merry Wives of Windsor" 



13- 

Extreme in love, or hate, in good or ill. 

— " The Corsair." 



n8 



CHARACTER. 



14. 

High thoughts, amiable words, 
And courtliness, and the desire of feme, 
The love of truth and all that makes a man. 
— " Guinevere" Tennyson. 



r 5- 

Tender and self- forgetful, gushing o'er 
With cheerful thoughts and generous feelings. 

—M. F. Tapper. 



16. 

A gentleman — I'll be sworn thou art ; 

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and 

spirits 
Do give thee fivefold blazon. 

—"Twelfth Night." 



17- 

Of manners gentle and affections mild, 
In wit a man, simplicity a child. 

—Pope. 



18. 

A man of silence and of woe, 

Yet ever anxious to bestow whate'er can prove 

A kinsman's confidence and love. 

— Rokeby. 



CHARACTER. 



II 



So excellent in art, and still so rising, 
That Christendom shall ever speak thy virtue. 

—"Henry VIII." 



20. 



Rough as a storm, and humorous as the wind. 

— Dryden. 



21 



You hold poverty the greatest vice; 
Think wit the bane of conversation, 
And say that learning spoils a nation. 

— Prior. 



22. 



You are passionate, 

And this same passionate humor in your blood 

Has marred your fortune. 

— Longfellow. 



23- 

A happy lover who has come 

To look on her that loves you well. 

— "In Memoriam" Tennyson. 



24. 



Thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing. 

—"Twelfth Night." 



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CHARACTER. 



25- 

Thou art truthful and thy words thy bond, 
Thou art perfect in all honor. 

— ' ' Harold, ' ' Tennyson. 



26. 

Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights. 
Through all the nations, and a sound is heard 
As of a mighty wind, and men devout, 
Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes, 
In their own language, hear thy wondrous word, 
And many are amazed, and many doubt. 

— Longfellow. 



27. 

Thou art a fellow of a good respect; 
Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it. 

— "Julius Cczsar." 



28. 

Honest and brave — 

Kind and courteous, faithful and true, 

Are qualities that are found in you. 

— R. Barham. 



29. 

The worst fault you have is to be in love. 

— "As you Like it." 



3 o. 

I believe thou hast a mind that suits 
With this thy fair and outward character. 

—"Twelfth Night." 



3 1 - 

Humane, indulgent, kind, ev'n to a fault, 
Yet wanting energy when cares assault. 

— Dibdin. 



32. 

m 

That glance could well reveal, or accent breathe 
Ambition, glory, love, the common aim, 
That some can conquer, and that all would claim. 

—"Zara" 



33- 

You are a lover, borrow Cupid's wings 
And soar with them above a common bound. 
— "Romeo a? id Juliet." 



34. 

Thou art the quietest man in all the world — 
And wise in peace, and great in war. 

— "Harold" Tennyson. 



35- 

Thou hast language for all thoughts and feelings. 
Thou art a scholar. 

— Longfellow, 



36- 

Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, 
And as quarrellous as the weasel. 

— "Cymbeline." 



37- 

I know you have a. gentle, noble temper, 
A soul as even as a calm. 

— Shakespeare. 



38. 

A soul by truth refined, 

Entire affection for all human kind. 

— Wordsworth, 



39- 

One short phrase a noble proof supplies, 
That thou art wise as good, and good as wise. 

— Tapper. 



40. . 

I know thee well, no kinder breast 
Beats for the woes of the distrest ; 
Bleeds for the wounds it cannot heal, 
Or yearns more o'er thy country's weal. 

—Hogg. 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



i. 

The prettiest low-born lass that ever 

Ran on the green-sward ; nothing she does or 

seems, 
But smacks of something greater than herself; 
Too noble for this place. 

— " Winter's Tale." 



2. 



Her face is like an April morn 
Clad in a wintry cloud. 

— Mallet 



Her temper so-so, disposition kind; 

She speaks French well, without an English 

twang, 
Waltzes celestially, and plays, and sings. 



•Bering. 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name, 
Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame ; 
They grieven sore, in piteous durance pent, 

Aw'd by the power of this relentless dame, 
And oft times, on vagaries idly bent, 

For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, are sorely 
shent. 

— W. Shenstone. 



5- 

Her silver voice 
Is the rich music of a summer bird, 
Heard in the still night with its passionate 
cadence. 

— Longfellow. 



6. 

Beyond expression fair, 
With floating flaxen hair, 
Rose-lips and full blue eyes. 

— Tennyson, 



A dame so healthy, wealthy, and wise, 

So pious withal — with such beautiful eyes — 

So exactly the Venus di Medici's size. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



I2 5 



8. 

Some love-born fay she might have been, 
Or, in romance, some spell-bound queen; 
For ne'er in work-day world is seen 
A form so witching fair. 

— u Marmio7i" 



9- 

A delicate, frail thing,— but made 

For spring sunshine, or summer shade ; — 

A slender flower, unmeet to bear 

One April shower, — so slight, so fair. 

— Z. E. Z. 



10. 



No grape that's kindly ripe could be 
So round, so plump, so soft as she. 

— Sir J. Suckling. 



ii. 

Her teeth of pearl, and her lips of coral, 
Her eye-lashes silken ; her eyes, fine large blue 
ones; 

Then for figure 
No poet could fancy, nor painter could draw 
One more perfect in all points, more free from 
a flaw. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



I2 6 CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE? 



12. 

As airy and blithe as a blithe bird in a tree, 
And her arch rosy lips, and her eager blue eyes, 
With a little impertinent look of surprise. 

— " Lucile" Lytton. 



13- 

She is young, wise, fair; 
In these to nature she's immediate heir. 
—"All's Well that Ends Well" 



14. 

From fields obscure, darts forth a village maid, 

— Dibdi?i. 



You could not light upon a sweeter thing. 
A body slight and round, and like a pear 
In growing, modest eyes, a hand, a foot 
Lessening in perfect cadence, and a skin 
As clean and white as privet when it flowers. 

— Tennyson. 



16. 

O wonderful creature, a woman of reason, 
Never grave out of pride, never gay out of season. 

— Gay. 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



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17- 

She looks like some sweet vision, 
She moves like beauty's queen, 

So fair, so sweet a creature 
I ne'er before have seen. 



-Montague. 



18. 

Tall and sedate, light eyes, and brown hair ; 
Talented, truthful, — moderately fair. 

— Gertnen. 



19. 

There is a garden in her face, 

Where roses and white lilies grow ; 

A heavenly paradise is that place, 
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; 

There cherries grow that none may buy 
Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry. 

— R. Allison. 



20. 



She has a good face, speaks well, and hath 
excellent good clothes; there's no farther neces- 
sity of qualities. 

— " Pericles. 11 



2 8 CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



21. 

A sweet and playful Highland girl, 
As light and beauteous as a squirrel ; 
As beauteous and as wild. 

— Wordsworth. 



22. 

All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer, 
With sighs of love. 

— Shakespeare. 



23- 

Something unseen o'er all her form 
Does nameless grace impart; 

A secret charm, that wins the way 
At once into the heart. 

— Rev. John Logan. 



24. 

Blue are her eyes as the fairy flax, 
Her cheeks like the dawn of day, 

And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, 
That ope in the month of May. 

— Longfellow. 




Her forehead fair, as moonlight fair, 
Half glancing 'neath her graceful hair, 
Look'd like a shrine, some angel there, 
For holy thought had won. 

— Swain. 



26. 

Her cheek like the lily, 
Her eyes of heavenly blue, 

Her hair in golden tresses fall 
On her neck of snowy hue. 



— Montague, 



27. 

She is a form of life and light 
That, seen, becomes a part of sight; 
And rose where'er you turn thine eye 
The morning-star of memory.- 

— Byron. 



28. 

A slight coquette, she cannot love, 
And if you kiss'd her feet a thousand years 
She still would take the praise and care no more. 

— Tennyson, 




2 9 . 

A most sweet demi-nun, 
Her cheek pensive and pale; tresses bright as 

the^sun. 
Not carroty — no; though you'd fancy you saw 

burn 
Such locks as the Greeks lov'd, which moderns 
call auburn. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



So- 
Mirthful and gay, graceful, not vain; 
Sings most delightfully — wears her'hair plain. 

— Germen. 



3 1 - 

Her hair 
Is like the summer tresses of the trees, 
When twilight makes them brown, and on her 

cheek 
Blushes the richness of an autumn sky 
With ever-shifting beauty. 

— Lo?ig fellow . 



3 2 - 

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! 
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night 
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; 
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear ! 

— Shakespeare. 






CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



!3* 



33- 

The belle of all places in which she is seen, 
The belle of all Paris last winter ! last spring 
The belle of all Baden. 

— "Lucile" Lytton. 



34- 

Her cheeks so rare a white have on 
No daisy makes comparison, 

Who sees them is undone; 
For streaks of red are mingled there 
Such as are on a Cath'rine pear 

The side that's next the sun. 

— Sir J. Stickling. 



35- 
A pretty girl ; and in her tender eyes 
Just that soft shade of green we sometimes see 
In evening skies. 

— Longfelloiv. 



36- 

One who leans in silent mood, 
Pale, dark-eyed, beautiful and young, 
Such as she has shone o'er thy slumbers. 

—L. E. L. 



i 



37- 

Passing fair — with laughing eyes, and coal black 

hair, 
A dainty queen is she. 

— ' ' Ingoldsby Legends. ' ' 



38- 

A certain miracle of symmetry, 
A miniature of loveliness, all grace 
Summ'd up and closed in little. 

— Tennyson. 



39- 
Her form 'tis like a wintry day, 
But cheerful still, as if a ray 
Of heaven let those temples gray 
Where change would still encroach: 
Yet even age has touch'd her face 
With something of a tender grace 
And soften'd time's approach. 

— Swam. 



40. 

For pickling, preserving, and cooking, none 
can excel her. She prides herself, also, upon 
being an excellent contriver in housekeeping. 

— Goldsmith! 



CAN T DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



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41. 

She is as virtuous as she is fair. 

— Longfellow. 



42. 

Her form — oh ! you might muse till night, 
And never image aught so bright, 
So sweet — so delicately slight — 
As that half-girlish form ! 

— Swain. 



43- 

Her complexion is fair, a little injured by the 
sun, but overspread with such a bloom, that the 
finest ladies would exchange all their white for 
it. 

— Andrews. 



44. 

Her hair is auburn, of that Titian tint 
So seldom seen in women, save in print. 

— Dering. 



45- 

A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count 
That died some twelvemonth since. 

—"Twelfth Night." 



j^/j. CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE t 



4 6. 

She is not fair to outward view 

As many maidens are ; 
Her loveliness you never knew 

Until she smiled on you. 

— H. Coleridge. 



47- 
A damsel fair to see, 
As slender and graceful as a reed; 
When she alights from her steed, 
Seems like a blossom blown from a tree. 

— Longfellow. 



48. 

A dame whose complexion, fair as new cream, 

Pretty pink silken cover ankles and toes. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends." 



49. 

In the glory of her youth, 
Golden-haired, and perfect-featured ; sunshine in 

her face, 
On her lips a strength of purpose, in her eyes a 

depth of truth ; 
Nothing mean, and nothing selfish in her noble 

heart, 
Womanhood her grandeur; her simplicity is 

grace. 

— HoiuitL 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



35 



5°- 
The form, the form alone is eloquent, 
A nobler yearning never broke her rest, 
Than but to dance and sing, be gayly drest. 
And win all eyes with all accomplishments. 

— Tennyson. 



5 1 - 

Budding with beauty, spirited, tall ; 
Queen in the drawing-room, belle at the ball. 

— Germen. 



52. 
Her eyes like angels watch them, 
Her brows like bended bows do stand, 
Threatening with piercing frowns to kill 
All that approach with eye or hand, 
Those sacred cherries to come nigh, 
Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry. 

— R. Allison. 






53- 

A maid unmatch'd in manners as in face, 
Skill'd in each art, and crown'd with every grace. 

— Pope. 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE t 



54- 

She is of good esteem, 
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; 
Besides, so qualified as may beseem 
The spouse of any noble gentleman. 

— " Taming of the Shrew? 



55- 
A form more fair, a face more sweet 
Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. 

— " Maud Midler:' Whittier. 



56. 
Her eyes are large, and of a hazel hue, 
Not bright nor melting, but between the two : 
If you observe them well, they have a trick 
Of looking down, then at you sharp and quick. 

— Deri?ig. 



57- 
A lady of rank, 
She has lands, and fine houses, and cash in the 

bank, 
She has jewels and rings, and a thousand smart 

things, 
Is lovely and young, with a rather sharp tongue. 

— ' 'Ingoldsby Legends: 1 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE > 



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58- 

She looks a form of light and life, 
All soul, all passion, and all fire. 

— L. E. 



59- 

An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractic'd, 
Happy in this, she is not yet so old 
But she may learn ; happier than this, 
She is not bred so bad but she can learn ; 
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit 
Commits itself to yours to be directed. 

— " Merchant of Venice" 



60. 

A bruising, pugilistic woman, 
Such as I own I entertain a dread of. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends" 



61. 

Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes) 
Is large and dark, suppressing half its fire 

Until she speaks, then through its soft disguise 
Flashes an expression more of pride than ire. 

— Byron. 



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CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE? 



62. 

A rosebud set with little willful thorns, 
And sweet as English air can make her. 

— Tennyson. 



63- 

Fair in form, as warm yet pure in heart, 
Love's image upon earth without his wing 
And guileless beyond hope's imagining ! 
Beholds the rainbow of her future years, 
Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow disap- 
pears. 

— Byron. 



64. 

She looks so old, 

weird and wild, 
Seem of late to have taken hold 
Of her heart, that was once so docile and mild. 

— Longfellow. 



And thoughts and fancies 



65- 

Perfect form, erect and stately — very Juno-like 
in stature, 
Perfect face, divinely chiseled, with a clear 
commanding eye, 
All the calm therein concentrated of a high-born 
woman's nature, 
Shut by walls of cold convention out of com- 
mon sympathy. 

— C. H. Hitchings. 



CAN I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE ? 



1 39 



66. 

She inherits a fair fortune of her own, 
And is looked upon as the richest match in the 
west. 

— Clarendon. 



6 7 . 

Very fair, — in the glory of her youth, 

Golden haired and perfect-featured; sunshine 

from her face, 
On her lips a strength of purpose, in her eyes a 

depth of truth; 
Nothing mean and nothing selfish in her noble 

heart — 
Womanhood her grandeur ; her simplicity grace. 

— Howiti. 



68. 

Her step royal, — queen-like, — and her face 
As beautiful as a saint's in Paradise. 

— Longfellow. 



69. 

Ne'er did Grecian chisel trace 
A nymph, a naiad, or a grace, 
Of finer form, or lovelier face! 
What though the sun, with ardent frown 
Has slightly tinged her cheek with brown ! 
—"Lady of the Lake." 



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CAN I DES CRIBE YO UR LADY-LOVE ? 



70. 

She's the pink of loveliness ; 
The very paragon of fashion. 

— Bayly. 



SHALL I WHISPER HER AGE ? 



i. 



Her cheeks where sixteen summers play'd 
Seem'd that had liv'd in shade 
And never seen the sun. 

— C Swam. 



Mature of age, sl graceful dame ; 
Whose easy step and stately port 
Would well become a princely court. 

— " Lady of the Lake" 



A noble and innocent girl 

With eighteen sweet summers dissolved in the 

light 
Of her lovely and loveable eyes, soft and bright ! 

—"Lucile? Lytton. 



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SHALL I WHISPER HER AGE? 



A quick brunette, well-moulded, falcon-eyed, 
And on the hither side or so of twenty summers. 

— "Princess" Tennyson. 



She's a lady of a certain age which means 
Certainly aged. What her years might be 
I know not, never counting past her teens. 

— Byron. 



6. 

In all her words and ways, she seems 
Much older than she is in truth. 
Who would think her but fourteen ? 

— Loiigfellow. 



Just eighteen come next May-day, 
With eyes like herself, full of nought but play. 

— Moore. 



8. 

Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous : — 
Hath a pretty foot, 

A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing 
tongue. 

— « Richard III" 



SHA LL I WHISPER HER A GE ? 



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9- 

The joy, the pride of an indulgent father; 
And in her fifteenth year. 

— Rogers. 



10. 



Come pentecost as quickly as it will 
Some five and twenty years. 

— " Romeo and Juliet" 



ii. 



A tender maiden blushing in her teens, 

To her the world seems sunny bright and fair; 

With merry bound she onward trips, and gleans 
The golden hours that never tell of care. 

— DalzieL 



12. 



What think you ? 
Bien mise, bien coirlee, and but twenty-two. 

— Dering. 



13- 

Seventeen — a rose of grace ! 
Girl never breathed to rival such a rose ; 
Rose never blew that equal'd such a bud. 
— "Queen Mary" Tennyson. 



ja4 SI/ALL I WHISPER HER NAME? 



14. 

On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. 

— "Romeo and Juliet." 



r 5- 
Fair is she to behold, that maid of seventeen 

summers, 
Black are her eyes, as the berry that grows on 

the thorn by the wayside ; 
Black, yet how softly they gleam beneath the 
brown shade of her tresses. 

— Longfellow. 



16. 

A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen — 
Just beginning to flirt, and so pert. 

— ' i I?igoldsby Legends. ' ' 



I?- 

A sunbeam, sliding through 
Her green quiet years, changed by gentle degrees 
To the loveliest vision of youth a youth sees 
In his loveliest fancies. 

— " Lucile," Lytton. 



18. 

A beauty waning, and distress'd widow 
Even in the afternoon of her best days, 
Tender of heart, gentle and kind. 

" Richard LLLr 




Seventeen — and knows eight languages — in music 
Peerless — her needle perfect and her learning 
Beyond the churchmen; yet so meek and so 
modest. 

— " Queen Mary" Tennyson, 



20. 



Only twenty-five last May, 

How youth and beauty slip away. 

— Freeman. 



21. 



She hath years on her back at the least fourswe 
And some people fancy a great many more ; 
Her nose it is hook'd, her back it is crook'd, 
Her eyes blear and red. 

— u Ifigoldsby Legends" 



22, 



She's not fourteen till Lammastide. 

— " Romeo and Juliet" 



23- 

A sweet Highland girl, a very shower of beauty 
Twice seven consenting years have shed 
Their utmost bounty on her head. 

— Wordsworth, 



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SHALL I WHISPER HER A GE ? 



24. 

The maid is born of middle earth, 

And may of man be won \ 
Though these have glided since her birth, 

Five hundred years and one. 

— " The Bridal of Triermain" 



2 5- 
Imprudent enough and fifteen years of age, 
A period of life when we're not over sage. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



26. 

She is eleven years older than you, 
But will you care for that ? 

— " Queen Afary" Tennyson, 



27. 

A widow, 

And I do think she's thirty, 

— " Antony and Cleopatra" 



28. 

Faithful, gentle, good, 

Wearing the rose of womanhood. 

— Tennyson. 



SHALL I WHISPER HER AGE t j^ h 



2 9 . 

The child is yet a stranger in the world, 
She hath not seen the change oi fourteen years. 
Let two more summers wither in their pride, 
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. 

— " Romeo and Juliet." 



3°- 
She is not seventeen, 
But she is tall and stately. 

— "Maud" Tennyson. 



3 1 - 

A strange woman truly ! not young ; yet her face, 
Wan and worn as it is, bears about it the trace 
Of a beauty which time cannot ruin. 

— " Lucile" Lytton. 



32. 
She may very well pass iox forty -three, 
In the dusk with a light behind her. 

— " Trial by Juryr 



33- 
Beloved age of innocence and smiles, 
When each winged hour some new delight be- 
guiles, 
When the gay heart, to life's sweet day-spring 

true, 
Still finds some insect pleasure to pursue. 

— Kirke White. 




34- 
An aged widow with one only child, 
And he is far away at sea. 

— L. E. L. 



35- 
Plump and sage, 
And as near as one can fix 
Full fifty -six. 

— Moore. 



MAY I DRAW HER CHARACTER? 



m ^ m 



I. 



There never was a little woman so full of hope, 
tenderness, and love and anxiety, as this little 
woman. 

— Dickens. 



A creature not too bright and good 
For human nature's daily food ; 
For transient sorrows, simple wiles, 
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. 

— Wordsworth, 



She is a woman now, with the heart and hopes 
of a woman. 

— Longfellow. 



j q MA Y I DRA W HER CHA RA CTER ? 



4- 

The reason firm, the temperate will, 
Endurance, foresight, strength and skill. 
A perfect woman nobly plann'd. 

— Wordsworth. 



5- 

A wicked hag, and envy's self excelling 
In mischiefe, for herself she only vext, 
But this same, both herself and others eke 
perplext. 

— Spenser. 



6. 

So fair, so sweet, so womanly, whose pitying 

heart 
Would ache to see a sparrow die. 

— Mitford. 



7. 
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent 

The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 
Do tell of days in goodness spent; ' 

A mind at peace with all below, 
A heart whose love is innocent. 

— Byron. 



8. 

She is cunning past man's thoughts. 

— u A?itony and Cleopatra" 



MAY I DRA W HER CHAR A CTER ? 



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A spirit pure as hers 
Is always pure, e'en while it errs; 
As sunshine, broken in the rill, 
Though turn'd astray, is sunshine still. 

— Moore. 



10. 



Constant and true as the widowed dove, 
Kind as a. minstrel that sings of love; 
Pure as the fountain in rocky cave, 
Where never sunbeam kissed the wave. 

— "The Bridal of Triermain" 



ii. 



Her care was never to orTend, 
And every creature was her friend. 

— Gay. 



12. 

I half think I know the girl better than you. 
She has courage enough — and to spare. She 

cares less 
Than most women for luxury, nonsense, and 

dress. 

— "Lucile" Lytton. 



13- 

She is soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible. 

— Shakespeare. 



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14. 

She is wise, if I can judge of her; 
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true ; 
And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself; 
And, therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, 
Shall she be placed in thy constant soul. 

— "Merchant of Venice." 



A bold girl, who plays her agile pranks 
At wakes, and fairs, with wandering mountebanks. 

— Wordsworth. 



16. 

She is one made up 
Of feminine affections, and her life 
Is one full stream of love from fount to sea, 

— Henry Taylor. 



l 1- 

Her blushing cheek speaks modest mind ; 
Her lips befitting words most kind ; 
Her eye does tempt to Love's desire, 
And seems to say 'tis Cupid's fire. 

— Sir John Harrington. 



MA Y I DRA IV HER CHAR A CTER ? 



S3 



i8.- 

The gentle, patient, unprovoked, 
And unprovoking, never-answering she. 

— Leigh Hunt. 



19. 

Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, 

And variable as the shade 

By the light quivering aspen made. 

—"Martnion" 



20. 

Large sums she employs, in dressing small boys 
In long duffle jackets, and short corduroys, 
And she boxes their ears when they make too 

much noise ; 
In short she turns out a complete Lady Bountiful, 
Filling with drugs and brown Holland the county 

full. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



21 



She's an excellent sweet lady, and out of all 

suspicion, she is virtuous, 
And she is exceeding wise in everything but in 

loving. 

— " Much Ado About Nothing." 



22. 



Courteous and cautious, shrewd and sly. 
— u The Bridal of Triermain" 



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MA Y I DRA W HER CHAR A CTER f 



23- 

Her wit is more than man, her innocence a child; 
Art she has none, yet wants none, 
For nature does that want supply : 
So rich in treasures of her own 
She might our boasted stores defy. 



— Dryden. 



24. 

She's not froward, but modest as the dove ; 
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn ; 
For patience she will prove a second Grissel, 
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity. 

— " Taming of the Shrew" 



2 S- 
Her every virtue, every grace combined, 
Her genius, wisdom, her engaging turn, 
Her pride of honor, and her courage tried, 
Calm and intrepid. 

— Thomson. 



26. 

Pensive, devout, and pure, 
Sober, steadfast, and demure. 

— " 77 Penseroso" Milton. 



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27. 

The light of love, the purity of grace, 
The mind, the music breathing from her face ; 
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, 
And oh that eye — itself a soul. 

— " The Bride of Abydos." 



28. 

She is kind as she is fair, 

For beauty lives with kindness ; 

Love doth to her eyes repair, 
To help him of his blindness ; 

And, being helped, inhabits there. 

— "Two Gentlemen of Verona" 



29. 

A perfect woman, nobly planned, 
To warn, to comfort, and command; 
And yet a spirit still, and bright, 
With something of an angel light. 

— Wordsworth. 



3°- 

She is a creature framed by love divine 
For mortal love to muse a life away 
In pondering her perfections. 

— Henry Taylor. 



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MA Y I DRA IV HER CHARA CTER ? 



3i- 

Her bearing modest is and fair, 
Yet shadows of constraint are there, 
That show an over cautious care, 
Some inward thought to hide. 

— " The Bridal of Trier main." 



32. 

Passion and pride to her soul unknown, 
Convinced that virtue only is our own. 
So unaffected, so composed a mind; 
So firm, yet soft, so strong, yet so refined. 

— Pope. 



33- 

A sweet and gracious woman; beautiful 
Beyond all beauty, for the blush of love, 
The smile of kindness, and the dancing light 
Of those joy-kindling eyes in whose bright play 
The innocent spirit revels. 

— Mitford. 



34. 

Loving she is, and tractable, though wild ; 
And innocence hath privilege in her 
To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes. 

— Wordsworth. 



" 




35- 
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain ; 
Vain as the leaf upon the stream, 
And fickle as a changeful dream, 
Fantastic as a woman's mood, 
And fierce as frenzy's fevered blood. 

—''Lady of the Laker 



3* 

She is all gentleness, all gayety, 
Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue. 

— S. Rogers. 



37- 

Humble as maiden that loves in vain, 
Holy as hermit's vesper strain ; 
Gentle as breeze that whispers and dies, 
Yet blithe as the light leaves that dance in its 
sighs. 

— " The Bridal of Trier main ." 



38. 

Never saw I mien, or face, 
In which more plainly I could trace 
Benignity and home-bred sense, 
Ripening in perfect innocence. 

— Wordsworth. 



39- 

An open-hearted maiden, true and pure, 
If I could love why this were she. 

— " The Princess" Tennyson. 



40. 

A thoughtful and a quiet grace, 
Though happy still, yet chance distress 
Hath left a pensive loveliness, 
Fancy hath tamed her fairy gleams 
And her heart broods o'er home-born dreams. 

— John Wilson. 



41. 

Lovely and constant and kind, 
Holy and pure and humble of mind, 
Blithe of cheer and gentle of mood, 
Courteous and generous and noble of blood — 
Lovely as the sun's first ray, 
When it breaks the clouds of an April day. 
— " The Bridal of Triermain" 



42. 

She is peevish, sullen, froward, 
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty, 
— " Two Gentlemen of Verona" 




43- 

When she's angry, she is keen and shrewd. 
She was a vixen when she went to school ; 
And though she be but little, she is fierce. 
— " Midsummer Nighfs Dream." 



44. 

She is not learned, save in gracious household 

ways, 
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, 
No angel, but a dearer being, all dipped 
In an>gel instincts, breathing Paradise. 

— "The Princess" Tennyson. 



45- 
A spirit pure as hers 
Is always pure, e'en while it errs ; 
As sunshine, broken in the rill, 
Though turn'd astray, is sunshine still. 

— Moore. 






' 



SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME? 



i. 



Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy 
To be corrupted with thy worthless gifts. 
— "Two Gentlemen of Verona." 



2. 



Mary, maiden fair, 
Such should, methinks, its music be ; 
The sweetest name that mortals bear. 

—0. IV. Holmes. 



O Helen, Helen ! yet awhile — 
Yet for a little while, O tarry here, 
Till the dawn cometh and the shadows flee ! 

— Wilde. 



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SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME? 



Her kindness and her worth to spy, 
You need but gaze on Elleris eye. 

— Scott. 



5- 
Nature never fram'd a woman's heart 
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice. 

— "Much Ado About Nothing^ 



O ! sacred to the fall of day. 

Queen of propitious stars, appear, 
And early rise, and long delay, 

When Caroline herself is there ! 

— Campbell. 



7- 
The young — the loved — the happy Rosalie. 

—L. E. L. 



8. 

A fairer, or a gentler she, 
A. lovelier maid in her degree, 
Man's eye might never hope to see, 
Than darling, bonnie Maud. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 




The wond'rous rare description of beauteous 
Margaret hath astonish'd me. 

—"Henry VI." 



10. 



Revered Isabel, the crown and head, 
The stately flower of female fortitude, 
Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihood. 

— Tennyson. 



ii. 



Tis Edith's self! — her speechless woe; 
Her form, her looks, the secret show. 

—"lord of the Isles." 



12. 



Sweet Florence, could another ever share 
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine* 

— Byron. 



i3- 

Lesbia hath a beaming eye, 
But no one knows for whom it beameth; 

Right and left its arrows fly, 
But what they aim at, no one dreameth. 

— Moore. 



^4 SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME ? 



14. 

O, she would give you vow for vow, 
Sweet Alice, if you told her all. 

— Tennyson. 



Lucy loves to tread enchanted strand, 
And thread the maze of fairy-land ; 
Of golden battlements to view the gleam, 
And slumber soft by some Elysian stream. 
— "The Bridal of Trier main." 



16. 

Nelly, a comely lass, but calm and staid her air, 
And earthward bends her modest look — 
Yet she is passing fair. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



17. 

Elizabeth, 
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. 

—"Richard LLL 1 



18. 

The very form of Hilda fair, 
Hovering upon the sunny air, 
And smiling on her votaries' prayer. 

— u Marmio?i" 



SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME ? 



165 



I 9 . 

Barbara, Farmer Fleming's only daughter, 

Fair and large, and calm of mien, 

Type of that primeval beauty which the ancient 



sagas fills. 



-M. HowitL 



20. 



Jane's to have five hundred pound 

On her marriage, paid down every penny ; 

So you'll own a worse match might be found 
Any day in the week than your. Jenny. 

— ' ' Ingoldsby Legends, ' ' 



21 



Gentle Evangeline — the pride of the village. 

— Longfellow, 



22. 



Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle JVell; 
I pray thee sort thy heart to patience. 

—"Henry VI." 



2 3- 
Winsome Annie smiles on thee, 
And in her blue eye gently glows 
The light of artless gayety. 

— E. Scott, 



1 65 SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME? 



24. 

O Gertrude, when sorrows come, they come not 
single spies, but in battalions. 

—"Hamlet" 



2 5- 
She lives with her Mamma, having lost her Papa, 
Late of contraband schnapps an unlicensed dis- 
tiller, 
And her name is Des Moulins (in English, Miss 
Miller). 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



26. 

She's called plain Kate, 
And bonny Kate, the prettiest Kate in Chris- 
tendom. 

— " Taming of the Shrew." 



27. 

Susan, lovely dear, 

Change as ye list, ye winds, thy heart shall be 
The faithful compass that still points to thee. 

— Gay. 



28. 

Of swan-like stateliness, JElearwre, 

Of luxuriant symmetry, 

Of floating gracefulness, Eleanore. 

— Tennyson. 



SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME ? 



167 



29. 

The orphan Ellen, have you then forgot 
Your laughing playmate ? 

— L. E. L. 



3°- 
-Fanny ever was the yielding dove, 
Tender and trusting, waiting for the word, 
And then prepared to hail her bosom's lord. 

— Crab be. 



3 1 - 

Mabel — known for miles round as a beauty — 
Perfect form and perfect face. 

— C. FT. Hit c kings. 



3 2 - 

It must be she, 

The unoffending Emily. 

— • Wordsworth. 



33- 

Jane has lips of cherry hue, 

Cheeks like peaches, fair and waxen ; 
Laughing eyes of summer blue, 

Rippling ringlets, soft and flaxen. 

— H Johnston < 



68 



SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME ? 



34- 

Lucy of the lofty eye, 
Noble in birth, in fortunes high, 
She for whom lords and barons sigh. 

— Scott. 



35- 
Amelia — her figure tall, 
Her hands and feet both delicately small. 

— Dering. 



36. 

Her joys how keen, her cares how few ! 
She smiled and said her name was May. 

— E. L. Hervey. 



37- 
From Anna can'st thou sever ? 
Think of the vows thou oft hast made 
To love the dear maiden forever. 

—Hogg. 



38. 

See how Phillis sweetly walks 
Within her garden alleys. 

— Thomas Hey wood. 



SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME ? 



169 



39- 
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ; 
She is a woman, therefore may be won ; 
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. 

— " Titus Andronicus" 



40. 

Alice — and you love to feel her clinging 
Like the blossom to the bough. 

— C. Kent 



41. 

Nor sing I to that simple maid, 
To whom it must in terms be said, 
That king and kinsman do agree 
To bless fair Clara's constancy. 

— " Marmion" 



42. 

A cross old maid, 
Miss Penelope Bird — of whom it is said 
All the dogs in the parish are ever afraid, 

So straight laced 
In her temper, her taste, and her morals and 
waist. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



170 



SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME? 



43- 
What great ones do the less will prattle of 
That seek the love of fair Olivia. 

— " Twelfth Night 11 



44. 

Who has not heard of Rose the gardener's daugh« 
ter? 

— Tennyson. 



45- 
Margarita first possest, 
If I remember well, thy breast — 
Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria, 
And then a little Thomasine, 
And now a pretty Katharine. 

— Cowley. 



46. 

Nina — a fond, weak girl to twine 
Her arms around thee in thy joy. 

— Anna Phillips. 



47- 
No jewel is like Rosalind, 
Her worth, being mounted on the wind, 
Through all the world bears Rosalind. 

— "As you Like it." 



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171 



48. 

Eva with meet reverence drew 
On the light foot the silken shoe. 

— " Lord of the Isles:' 



49. ■ ' - 

Smiling Adeline, 
Scarce of earth nor all divine ; 
But beyond expression fair, 
Shadowy, dreaming Adeline. 

— Tennyson. 



5°- 
Matilda is fair — Matilda is young, 
How tenderly fashion'd to love and be loved. 

— "Lucile" Lytton. 



Si- 

The damsel jPriscilla, the loveliest maiden of 
Plymouth. 

— Longfellow. 



52. 
In the April hour of life 

When showers are led by rainbows and the heart 
Is all bloom and green leaves, is Isabelle. 

—L. E. L. 




S3- 

Fair Jessica shall be thy torch-bearer. 

— " Merchant of Venice" 



54- 
The lovely lady, Christabel, 
Whom her father loves so well. 

— Coleridge. 



55- 
O think of your immortal weal ! 
In vain for Constance is your zeal. 

— "Marmion" 



56. 

Helen — goddess, nymph, perfect, divine. 
— "Midsummer Nighfs Dream" 



57- 
I own, 'twas a rum thing to make 
Proposals in form to Miss Una Von — something 
(Her name has escaped me), sole heiress and 

niece 
To a highly respectable justice of peace. 

— ' 'Ingoldsby Legends. ' ' 



58- 

Like morning light, half dew, half fire, 
Laura and to love is vowed. 

— L. E. L. 




59- 

Joan, a virgin from her tender infancy, 
Chaste and immaculate in every thought. 

—"Henry VL" 



60. 

The object and the pleasure of thine eye 
Is Helena. 

— "Midsummer Nighfs Dream" 



Elizabeth ! Elizabeth ! 
A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath. 

— Jean Inge low. 



62. 

'Tis ever sunshine when thy Ada smiles. 

—J. White. 



63. 

Bertha turn'd on you a look of love — - 

A look that richly crowned, 
A moment heavenly rich, and murmurs " yes." 

■ — Alex. Smith. 



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SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME ? 



6 4 . 

Dora ; she is well 
To look to ; thrifty, too, beyond her age. 

— Tennyson. 

6 S . 

Margaret, the young and tender, 
The village pride and splendor 

— Lo?igfellow. 

66. 
Airy, fairy Lilian, 
Flitting, fairy Lilian, 
She'll not tell me if she loves you, 
Cruel little Lilian. 

— Tennyson. 

67. 

Emily — endeavoring, in her gentle way, 
Some smile or look of love to gain. 

— Wordsworth. 

68. 

Teasing, pleasing fairy Jane, 

Warbling through the sunny weather, 

With a voice like linnet's strain, 
With a heart like buoyant feather. 

— H. Johnston. 



69. 



Marion's nose looks red and raw. 

"Love's Labor's Lost" 



SHALL I GIVE YOU HER NAME ? 



175 



70. 

Maud with her venturous climbings and tumbles. 

And childish escapes, 
Maud the delight of the village, the ringing 

Joy of the Hall. " 

— Tennyson. 



7i- 

Her sire is of a noble line, 
And her name is Geraldine. 

— Coleridge. 



72. 

Though many a gifted mind we meet, 
Though fairest forms we see, 

To live with them is far less sweet 
Than to remember thee, Mary. 

— Moore. 



73- 
Kate, like the hazel-twig, 
Is straight and slender ; and as brown in hue 
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. 
— " Taming of the Shrew." 



74- 
Ida : she can talk ; and there is something in it 

— Tennyson. 



75- 
Sweet Florence — those were pleasant times 

When worlds were staked for ladies' eyes ; 
Had bards as many realms as rhymes, 
Thy charms might raise new Anthonies. 

— Byron. 



7 6. 

Love in its most perfect loveliness, 
Would have painted the sweet Madeline. 

—L. E. L. 



77- 
There's Margaret, and Mary, there's Kate and 

Caroline, 
But none so fair as Alice in all the land they say. 
— "May Queen" Tennyson. 

78. 

Charlotte, a perfect grace in outward form. 

— Dr. Syntax. 



79- 
If zealous love should go in search of virtue, 
Where should he find it purer than in Bla?2che. 

— Shakespeare. 



80. 
The fair Augusta, much to tears inclined. 

— Dryden< 



CAN I TELL THE STATE OF YOUR 
AFFECTIONS? 



i. 

To go through life unloving and unloved, 
To feel that thirst and hunger of the soul 
You cannot still ; that longing, that wild impulse 
And struggle after something you have not 
And cannot have. 

— Longfellow, 



2. 



Since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, 
Even as I would when I to love begin. 

— " Two Gentle7?ien of Verona" 



Be she brown, or fair — 
Be assured 'tis she or none 
That you love, and love alone. 

— IV. Browne. 



4- 
How great soe'er your rigours are, 

With them alone you'll cope. 
You can endure your own despair, 
But not another's hope. 

— William Walsh, 



5- 

You love her as a woman should be loved, 
Fairly and solely — you love naught else. 

— Byron, 



6. 

Never give her o'er; 
For scorn at first makes after-love the more; 
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, 
But rather to beget more love in you ; 
If she do chide 'tis not to have you gone ; 
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say, 
For get you gone, she doth not mean away. 

— "Two Gentlemen of Verona." 



7- 

Toil on, hope on ; for it is sweet — 
If not to win — to feel more worthy of her ! 

— Lytton. 



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8. 

You love the maiden — passionately love, 
And you, methinks grow better for that love ; 
For early love brings with it gentleness, 
And self-distrust, and timid cares. 

— Z. E. L. 



Forbear sharp speeches to her ; she's a lady 
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, 
And strokes death to her. 

— Shakespeare. 



10. 

Loving is a painful thrill, 
And not to love more painful still ; 
But oh ! it is the worst of pain 
To love,, and not be loved again. 

— Coleridge. 



n. 

In love with an ideal ; 
A creature of your own imagination ; 
A child of air ; an echo of your heart ; 
And, like a lily on a river floating, 
She floats upon the river of your thoughts ! 

— Longfellow. 




You dote on her that cares not for your love, 
Tis pity love should be so contrary. 

— " Two Ge7itleme?i of Verona" 



13- 

Is it in Heav'n a crime to love too well ? 
To bear too tender, or too firm a heart, 
To act a lover's or a Roman's part ? 
Is there no bright reversion in the sky, 
For those who greatly think or bravely die? 

— Pope. 



14. 

You loved, and were beloved again, 
Yet all was but a dream; 
For as her love was quickly got, 
So was it quickly gone. 

— Scott 



IS- 
Be not coy, but use your time, 

And while you may, go, marry; 
For having lost but once your prime, 
You may forever tarry. 

— R. Herrick. 



1 6. 

Thou hast sworn 

A thousand times already 'neath the stars, 

To love, and thou dost love her. 

— Procter. 



17- 

Then farewell care, and farewell woe ; 

You will no longer pine; 
For I'll believe you have her heart, 
As much as she has thine. 

— Sir J. Suckling. 



18. 

With two loves your heart is tormented, 
You'd live wi' or die for them baith ; 

You've done what you've often repented, 
To baith you have plighted your aith. 

— Scotch Song. 



19. 

You love her like a true and loving kinsman. 

— J. White. 



20. 



To her is only known thy love, 
Which from the world is hidden. 

— T. Hey wood. 



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STATE OF AFFECTIONS. 



21. 



At first you did adore a twinkling star, 
But now you worship a celestial sun. 

— "Two Gentlemen of Verona. 



22. 

When she is absent, you no more 
Delight in all that pleased before — 
The clearest spring, the shadiest grove, 
Tell me — is this not love ? 

— Lyttelton. 



23- 
You love more than you can express, 
And would love more, could you love her less. 

— Sir J?. Suckling. 



24. 



Love in your heart shall grow mighty and strong, 
Through crosses, through sorrows, through mani- 
fold wrong. 

— Longfellow. 



25- 
She is thine own, 
And you are rich in having such a jewel 
As twenty seas if all their sands were pearl, 
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. 

— Shakespeare. 



ST A TE OF AFFECTIONS. 



I8 3 



26. 

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, 
But as truly loves on to the close ; 

As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, 
The same look that she turned when he rose. 

— Moore, 



27. 

You love her as a brother loves 
His favorite sister. 

— Z. E. L. 



28. 

There is one to whom thy memory clings, 
'Till to these eyes her own wild softness springs, 
For her in sooth thy voice would mount above; 
Oh ! she is all that still to earth can bind, — 
Thine eye ne'er asked if others were as fair ? 

— " The Corsair: 1 






29. 

A hundred thousand oaths your fears 

Perhaps would not remove ; 
But if you gazed a thousand years, 

You could not deeper love. 

— Sir C. Sedley. 




Alas ! what dangers on the mam 
Can equal those that you sustain 
From slighted vows, and cold disdain 

— M. Prior. 



3i- 
'Tis true for you are over boots in love, 
And yet you never swam the Hellespont. 

—"Two Gentlemen of Verona? 



3 2 - 
You'll lightly hold the lady's heart, 

That is but lightly won ; 
You'll steel thy breast to beauty's art, 
And learn to live alone. 

— Scott. 



33- 

With true heart you adore her, as the stateliest 

and the best 
And loveliest of all women upon earth. 

— Tennyson. 



34- 

Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; 
Dumb jewels often in their silent kind, 
More than quick words, do move a woman's 
mind. 

— "Two Gentlemen of Verona." 



STATE OF AFFECTIONS. 



i»S 



35- 

You love as though the earth held but two faces. 
And yours perpetually look'd in hers. 

— Leigh Hunt. 



36- 

Whene'er she speaks, your ravish'd ear 
No other voice than her's can hear, 
No other wit but her's approve : 
Tell me — is this not love ? 

— Lyttelton. 



37- 

You love her, nay, adore ; 
But these are words that all can use ; 
Love will find its way 

Through paths where wolves would fear to prey, 

— "The Giaour." 



38- 

Gaze no more on her bewitching face, 
Since ruin harbors there in every place; 
For thy enchanted soul alike she drowns 
With calms and tempests of her smiles and 
frowns. 

— Carew. 



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STA TE OF AFFECTIONS. 



39- 
Thou art in love ; 

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak, 
It serves for food and raiment. 

— Longfellow. 



40. 



A maiden's youthful smiles have wove 
Around your heart the toils of love. 



—Hogg. 



QUESTIONS, 
LADY OR GENTLEMAN 



i 



1 



QUESTIONS, TLADY OR GENTLEMAN. 

1. What do you most like in Nature? 

(Choose any number up to 75.) 

2. What or Where will be your Home ? 

(Choose any number up to 65-) 

3. What do you Like Best ? 

(Choose any number tip to 71.) 

4. What do you Dislike most ? 

( Choose any number up to 35-) 

5. What will be your Fate ? 

(Choose any number up to 53.) 

6. What Month or Season do you most 

Enjoy ? 

(Choose any number up to 45.) 



WHAT DO YOU MOST LIKE IN 
NATURE ? 



i. 



The princely Pine, on hills exalted, 
Whose lofty branches cleave the sky ; 

By winds long braved, at last assaulted, 
Is headlong whirled in dust to lie. 

— Cooper, 



2. 



Noble the Mountain Stream, 

Bursting in grandeur from its vantage ground ; 

Glory is in its gleam 
Of brightness; — thunder in its deafening sound. 

— Barton. 



When the bare and wintry woods we see, 
What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree ? 

— Soathey. 






g NA TURE. 



4- 

Lilies of all kinds, 

The fleur-de-luce being one. 

— " Winter's Tale, 



5- 

To see the Stars of evening glow, 
So tranquil in the heavens above, 
So restless in the waves below. 

— Towns hends. 



6. 

The Snowdrop, winter's timid child, 
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears, 
And flings around its fragrance mild; 
And where no rival flow'rets bloom, 
Amidst the bare and chilling gloom, 
A beauteous gem appears. 

— Gerard. 



7. 

The Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray, 
Warblest at eve when all the woods are still, 
Thou, with fresh hope the lover's heart does fill, 
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May 
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. 

—Milton. 




8. 

Golden fields of bending Corn, 

How beautiful they seem ! 

The reaper-folk, the piled up sheaves, 

To thee are like a dream ; 

The sunshine and the very air, 

Seem of old time and take thee there. 

— HowitL 



There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 

There is society where none intrudes, 
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. 

— Byron. 



10. 



Rich as morn of many hue, 

When flashing clouds through darkness strike ; 
The Tulip's petals shine in dew, 

All beautiful, yet none alike. 

— Montgomery. 



ii. 



Primroses, pale gems of spring, 
Lay on the green turf glistening. 

— Z. & 






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12. 

The Rivulet, late unseen, 

Where bickering through the shrubs its water 
runs, 
Shines with the image of its golden screen, 
And glimmerings of the sun. 

— Bryant. 



13- 

The Clematis, the favor'd flower, 
Which boasts the name of virgin-bower. 

— Moore. 



14. 

The Ring-dove's plaint, 
Moan'd from the twilight centre of the grove, 
While every other woodland lay is mute. 

— Grahame. 



15- 

There's odor in the very name which, to the 

thoughtful brain, 
Comes with refreshing influence, like ApriPs 

pleasant rain ; 
The Rose that to the sun's warm kiss uplifts its 

blushing cheek, 
Is but a rainbow type of life departing while we 

speak. 

— Prideaux. 




Fair Daffodil, we weep to see 
You haste away so soon ; 

As yet the early rising sun, 
Has not attained his noon. 

— Herrick. 



i7- 

Violets in the youth of pumey nature, 
Forward not permanent ; sweet not lasting ; 
The perfume and suppliance of a minute — 
No more. 

— "Hamlet" 



18. 

To watch the new born Rill, 

Just trickling from its mossy bed, 

Streaking the heath-clad hill 
With a bright emerald thread. 

—Keble. 



19. 

Hyacinths, with their graceful bells, 

Where the spirit of odor dwells, 

Like the spirit of music in ocean shells. 

— L. E. L. 



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20. 



Tis sweet when Cloudless Stars are bright, 
To view the wave of watery light, 
And hear its melody by night. 

— "The Giaour y 



21. 

Nor all forgotten be those humbler flowers — 
Daisies and Buttercups — the child's first love, 
Which lent their magic to our guileless hours, 

Ere cares were known. 
Oh, joyous time ! through verdant meads to rove, 

With wild flowers strewn. 

— Merritt. 



22, 



The fair and frail Anemone, 
Which bends and "then fades silently. 

— Shelley, 



23- 

To sit beneath the shade 

Of solemn Oaks, that tuft the swelling mounts, 

Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand. 

And pensive listen to the various voice 

Of rural peace. 

— Thomson. 



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24. 

The beautiful Lily, dwelling by still rivers, 

Or solitary mere, 
Or where the sluggish meadow brook delivers 

Its waters to the weir. 

— Longfellow. 



25- 
When from the boughs 
The Nightingale's high note is heard, 
It is the hour when lovers' vows 
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word, 
And gentle winds and waters near, 
Make music to the lonely ear ; 
Each flower the dews have lightly wet, 
And in the sky the stars are met. 

— >Byron. 



26. 

The Marigold that goes to bed with the sun. 
And with him rises weeping. 

— " Winter's Tale." 



27. 

A low song from a lonely Dove, 
A song such exiles sing and love. 

— L. E. Z. 



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28. 

Within the garden's peaceful scene, 

Appear'd two lovely foes, 
Aspiring to the rank of queen, 

The Lily and the Rose. 

— Cowper. 



29. 

How sweet it is, hearing the downward stream, 
With half-shut eyes, ever to seem 
Falling asleep in a half dream, 
To dream and dream. 

— "Choric Song" Tennyson. 



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The Hay-field's varied scene, 
Where the swarthy mowers pass 
Slow through the tall and russet grass, 
In marshalled rank from side to side, 
With circling stroke and measured stride, 
Before the scythe's wide-sweeping sway. 

— Mant 



3 1 - 

Hyacinths of purest virgin white, 
Low bent and blushing inward. 

— Thotnsom* 



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32. 

Violets, they tell the history of woman's love. 
They open with the earliest breath of spring, 
Lead a sweet life of perfume, dew and light. 
The violet breath of love is purity. 

— L. E. L. 



33- 

The Nightingale that warblest at eve, 

When all the woods are still, 

Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart does fill ; 

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. 

— Milton. 



34- 
The blue Harebell, the little flower that loves 

the lea, 
May well thy simple emblem be ; 
It drinks heaven's dew as blithe as rose. 

— " Lady of the Lake." 



35- 
The merry brooks 
That through the meadows range, 
The merry brooks — the hearty brooks, 
The brooks that never change. 

— Leo. Wray. 



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36. 

The yellow Wallflower, stain'd with iron brown, 
And lavish Stock that scents the garden round. 

— Thomson. 



37. 

Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand, 
Some random bud will meet; 

Thou canst not tread but thou wilt find 
The Daisy at thy feet. 

— Hood. 



38. 

Pale Primroses, 

That die unmarried, ere they can behold 

Bright Phoebus in his strength. 

— " Winter's Tale." 



39- 

The wild and winsome Jasmine-tree, 
That climbest up the dark gray wall ; 

Thy tiny flowerets seem in glee 

Like silver spray-drops down to fall. 

— Morpeth. 



40. 

The Laburnum, rich in streaming gold. 

-^Cowper. 



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41. 

The wild Brook babbling down the mountain 

side; 
The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell; 
The pipe of early shepherd, dim descried 
In the lone valley, echoing far and wide. 

— Beattie. 



42. 

No flower amid the garden fairer grows, 
Than the sweet Lily of the lowly vale. 

— Keats. 



43- 

Thy fruit full well the school-boy knows, 

Wild Bramble of the brake ; 
So put thou forth thy small white rose, 

You love it for his sake. 

-^Elliot 



44. 

Thou lovest through Autumn's fading realms to 

stray, 
To see the heath-flower withered on the hill; 
To listen to the wood's expiring lay; 
To note the red leaf shivering on the spray; 
To mark the last bright tints the mountains 

strain 
On the waste fields to trace the gleaner's way. 

—"Lord of the Isles." 



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45- 
The sweet Dove — the softest, steadiest plume 

In all the sunbright sky, 
Brightening in ever changeful bloom, 
As breezes change on high. 

—Keble. 



46. 

Sweet Hyacinth, its scented leaf 

Curls manifold; all love's delight blows dou- 
ble ; 
,r Tis said this flow'ret is inscribed with grief, 
But let that hint of a forgotten trouble. 

— Hood, 



47- 
Violets — deep blue Violets, 
April's loveliest coronets; 
There are no flowers grow in the vale 
Kissed by the dew, wooed by the gale, 
None by the dew of the twilight wet, 
So sweet as the deep blue violet. 

— Z. E. L. 



48. 

Corn-poppies, that in crimson dwell, 
Called headaches, from their sickly smell. 

— Clare. 



49- 
The hope, in dreams of a happier hour, 

That alights upon misery's brow, 
Springs out of the silvery Almond flower, 
That blooms on a leafless bough. 

— Moore. 



So- 

A Brooklet gushing 

From its rocky fountains near ; 
Down into the valley rushing, 

So fresh and wondrous clear. 

— Longfellow. 



5i* 

Bees that soar for bloom 
High as the highest peak of Furness Fells, 
Will murmur by the hour in Foxglove bells. 

— Wordsworth. 



5 2 - 
The azure Harebell, that doth ceaseless ring 

Her \vildering chimes to vagrant butterflies, 
As they in dalliance fan her with their wings. 
Those flower-like creatures know no fairer 
prize 

To woo than she. 

— Merritt. 



53- 

The Sycamore, capricious in attire, 

Now green, now tawney, and ere autumn yet 

Hath changed the woods, in scarlet honors 



changed 
bright. 



-Cowfier. 



54- 

The Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, 
And the young winds fed it with silver dew, 
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, 
And closed them beneath the kisses of night. 

— Shelley, 



55- 
The Brooks, the merry brooks, 
That run 'midst flowers and weeds, 
And spring from nature's greenest nooks 
To wander through the meads. 

— Wray. 



56. 

The Violet in her greenwood bower, 

Where birchen boughs with hazel mingle, 

May boast herself the fairest flower 
In glen or copse or forest dingle. 

— Scott. 



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57- 

To hear the murmur of the stream, 

See its tiny billows gleam, 
When the fairy rays, 
Of the sun's bright gaze, 

On its restless bosom beam ! 



— Bell. 



58. 

Narcisse, the fairest of them all, 

Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess, 

Till they die of their own dear loveliness. 

— Shelley. 



59- 

Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, 

and take 
The winds of March with beauty. 

— " Winter's Tale." 



60. 

To hear distant harvest carols clear, 
Rustle of the reaped corn, 
Sweet birds antheming the morn, 
Acorns ripe down pattering, 
While autumn breezes sing. 

— Keats. 



6i. 

The Cowslip with its yellow cup, 

And there the honey-bee delights to dwell, 
Athirst, still lingering for the last sweet sup, 

Humming her merry airs o'er twilight dell. 

— Merritt. 



62. 

When the landscape blushes, 

With the dawning glow of flowers, 

While the early thrushes 
Warble in the apple-tree; 

When the primroses springing, 

From the green bank, lulls the bee, 

On its blossom swinging. 

—Kent 



Snowdrop, first-born of the year's delight, 

Pride of the dewy glade; 
In vernal green and virgin white 

Thy vestal robes arrayed. 

—Keble. 



64. 

Lilies whose scent chafes the air. 

— Sir J. Suckling. 



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6S- 
How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, 

Rose, ever wearing beauty for thy dower, 
The bridal day, the festival, the tomb, 

Thou hast thy part in each, thou stateliest 
flower. 

— Heinans. 



66. 

'Tis sweet to see the evening star appear, 
'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep 
From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high 
The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. 

— Byrou. 



6 7 . 
Green fields of England ! wheresoe'er, 
Across this watery waste we fare, 
Your image at our hearts we bear, 
Green fields of England, everywhere. 

— C lough. 



68. 

The love-link, 'tis of pure and precious thought, 
Memento blest of love-engendered bliss ! 
Balm of the soul! the pale, blue-eyed Forget 
Me Not. 

— Merritt. 




To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, 
With the wild flock that never needs a fold, 
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; 
This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold 
Converse with Nature's charms and view her 
stores unrolled. 

—"Childe Harold." 



70. 

And sweetest to the view, 
The Lily of the Vale, whose virgin flower 
Trembles at every breeze beneath its leafy bower. 

— Barton, ' 



7i- 

'Tis sweet to be awakened by the Lark, 
Or lulled by falling waters ; sweet the hum 
Of Bees, and the song of Birds. 

— Byron. 



72. 

To see the fair Swans on Thames' lovely side, 
The which do trim their pennons silver bright ; 

In shining ranks they down the waters glide ; 
Oft hast thine eyes devoured the gallant sight 

— Spenser. 





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73- 
You love the woods arrayed in summer's green, 
Or tinged with russet autumn's golden sheen ; 
In pensive mood you gladly seek their shade, 
And ramble through each leafy glen and glade ; 
No dearer spot the landscape holds for thee, 
Than that white gowaned, spacious, grassy lea, 
Where stands in solitude, the old Oak Tree. 

— Robertson. 



74. 

Such wild cadence as the breeze 
Makes through December's leafless trees. 

— Scott. 



75- 
The Red-breast, sacred to the household gods. 
Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, 
In joyless fields and thorny thicket, leaves 
His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man 
His annual visit. 

— Thomson. 



WHAT OR WHERE WILL BE YOUR 
HOME? 



Firmly builded with rafters of oak. The House 
Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea, 

And a shady 
Sycamore grows by the door, with a woodbine 

Wreathing around it. 

— Longfellow. 



2. 



A Lodge of ample size, 

But strange of structure and device. 

— " Lady of the Lake' 1 



The low Abbey's still retreat, 
Embowered in the distant glen, 
Far from the haunts of busy men. 

— Kirke White. 






, 



2IO 



HOME. 



An old Mansion 
Frowning through the trees, 
Whose hollow turret woos the whistling breeze; 
That casement, arch'd with ivy's brownest shade, 
First to those eyes the light of heaven conveyed. 



— Rogers, 



The Villa (justly called the Gem). 



— Rogers. 



A little, lowly Hermitage it is, 
Down in a dale, hard by a forest's side, 
Far from resort of people that do pass 
In travel to and fro. 

— Spenser. 



The Vicarage walls are lofty and thick, 

And the copings are stone and the sides are 

brick ; 
The casements are narrow, and bolted and barr'd, 
And the stout oak door is heavy and hard; 
Moreover, by way of additional guard, 
A great big dog runs loose in the yard. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



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8. 

Far from London and Paris, and at one's ease. 
Away in the heart of the blue Pyrenees. 

— " Lucile" Lytton. 



A Farm-house old, 
Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, 

Give to the sea-breeze, damp and cold, 
An easy entrance, night and day. 

— Longfellow. 



10. 



A handsome House to lodge a friend, 
A river at the garden's end, 
A terrace walk, and half a rood 
Of land sent out to plant a wood. 

—Pope. 



ii 



A stately Hall ; 
Around were graceful statues ranged, 
And pictures shine around the dome. 

— Z. E. Z. 



12, 



A Cottage embowered upon the banks of the 
Tees. 

— Rokeby. 




13- 

Your home is small, but very beautiful, 
A pastoral Cot, with mountain, rock, and vale, 
And pleasant water; — all that constitutes 
A picture of romance — a summer home 

— C. Swam, 



14. 

What do you call the place ? 
A plague upon't, it is in Gloucestershire. 

— Shakespeare. 



15- 

Far in a wilderness obscure, 

Your lonely Mansion lay; 
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor, 

And stranger led astray. 

— Oliver Golds??iith. 



A small abode in Baker Street. 

—i: H. Bayly. 



17- 

May you a small House and large garden have, 
And a few friends, and many books, both true, 
Both wise, and both delightful too ! 

— Cowley. 




8. 



There is music in the grove, 

And there's fragrance on the gale, 

But there's naught so dear to thee 
As thy own Highland Vale. 

— Vedder. 



19. 

The Abbey frowned, 
With massive arches broad and round, 
That rose alternate, row and row 
On ponderous columns, short and low, 

Built ere the art was known ; - 
By pointed aisle and shafted stalk, 
The arcades of an alleged walk 
To emulate in stone. 

— u Mar7?iio7i. 



20. 

A grand Villa, half-way up the hill, 
O'eiiooking Florence, but retired and still; 
With iron gates, that open through long lines 
Of sacred ilex and centennial pines, 
And terraced gardens, and broad steps of stone, 
And sylvan deities, with moss o'ergrown. 

— Longfellow. 




21, 



Your desire is, void of care and strife, 
To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life, — 
A country Cottage near a crystal flood, 
A winding valley and a lofty wood. 



— Virgil. 



22. 



In a village called Birchington, famed for its 

rolls, 
As the fishing bank, just in its front, is for soles. 

— "Ingoldsby Legetids" 



2 3- 
Dear is thy little native vale, 

The ring dove builds and murmurs there, 
Close by thy Cot she tells her tale 

To every passing villager; 
The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, 
And shells his nuts at liberty. 

— Rogers. 



24. 

Somewhat back from the village street, 
Stands your old-fashioned Country Seat ; 
Across its antique portico, 
Tall poplar trees their shadows throw. 

— Longfellow. 



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2 5- 
The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings 
Of the great hive, the City. 

— Cowley. 



26. 

Thine be a Cot beside the hill, 

A bee-hive's hum shall soothe thy ear ; 

A willowy brook, that turns a mill, 
With many a fall, shall linger near. 

— Rogers. 



27. 

In the sweet shire of Cardigan. 

— Wordsworth, 



28. 

In England safe and fast, 
If but in thee thy lot be cast ; 
The past shall seem a nothing passed, 
Dear home in England, won at last. 



C lough. 



29. 

A Castle, huge and antique mound, 
Resembling a well-scooped, mouldy Stilton 
cheese, but taller. 

— " Ingoldsby Zegends." 



3°- 

A spot, 
Now distant far, picture on your mind, 
A chestnut shadowing a low white Cot, 
With rose and jasmine round the casement 

twined, 
Mixed with the mvrtle-tree's luxuriant blind. 

—L. E. L. 



3i- 

Long, large and lofty, is that vaulted Hall, 

Roof, walls and floor were all of marble stone, 
Of polished marble, black as funeral pall, 

Carved o'er with signs and characters un- 
known. 

— " The Vision of Don Roderick" 



3 2 - 
In Cologne, a town of monks and bones, 
And pavement fang'd with murderous stones. 

— Coleridge. 



33- 

A Cottage on some Cambrian wild, 

Where, far from cities thou may'st spend thy 
days , 
And, by the beauties of the scene beguiled, 
May pity man's pursuits, and shun his ways. 

— Kirke White. 



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34. 

An old place, full of many a lovely brood, 
Tall trees, green arbors, ground-flowers in flocks. 
And wild rose tip-toe upon hawthorn stacks. 

— Wordsworth. 



35- 

Thy Cot shall be, 
From chilling want and guilty murmurs free; 
Let labor have its due : then peace is thine, 
And never, never shall thy heart repine. 

— Bloomfield, 



36. 

The Park where beauties undisguised engage. 
Those beauties less the work of art than age, 
In simple state where genuine nature wears 
The venerable dress of ancient years. 

— Warton. 



37- 

Behind yon hill so steep and high, 

Down in the lowly glen, 
There stands a Castle fair and strong, 

Far from the abode of men. 

" Hermit of Warkworth" Percy, 



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38. 

A lonely Hall upon a lonelier moor, 

For many a mile no other dwelling near; 
Northward an ancient wood, whose tall trees roar 
When the loud winds their huge broad branches 
tear. 

—Thos. Miller. 



39- 
A tall house near Lincoln's Inn. 



-Pope. 



40. 

A Cottage, 'tis very small, 
But has an air of health and peace; the roof 
'Tis every morning vocal with the song 
Of the rejoicing swallows whose warm nest 
Is built in safety underneath the thatch. 

— L. E. L. 



41. 

An old House by the lindens 
Stands silent in the shade, 
And on the graveled pathway, 
The light and shadows play. 

— Longfellow. 



42. 

Far in the windings of a vale, 
Fast by a shelt'ring wood, 
The safe retreat of health and peace, 
Your humble Cottage stands. 

—Mallet 



43- 



It is, I ween, a lovely spot of ground, 

And there a season atween June and May, 
Half prankt with Spring, with summer half im« 
brown'd. 

— J % Thomson. 



44. 

You'll have your Villa, too, a sweet abode; 
Its situation shall be London Road. 

— J. Bramston. 



45- 

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, 
And a refined simplicity, belong 
To the neat Mansion where thou'lt dwell, 

— Wordsworth, 



46. 

A little House with trees arow, 
And, like its master, very low. 



—Pope. 




In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow 
At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore 
Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more ; 
Yet in its depth what treasures. 

— Shelley. 



4 8. 

A lonely house your dwelling is, 
A Cottage in a healthy dell. 

— Wordsworth. 



49. 

In a large paved court close by Billiter Square, 
Stands a Mansion old, but in thorough repair, 
The only thing strange, from the general air 
Of its size and appearance, is how it got there; 
With a shell-pattern'd architrave over the door, 
It is spacious and seems to be built on the plan 
Of a gentleman's house in the reign of Queen 
Anne. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



5°- 
,r Tis one of those sweet spots which seem just 

made 
For lover's meeting, or for minstrel haunt. 

— L. E. L. 




In the land where the lemon trees bloom, 

Where the gold orange glows in the deep thick- 
et's gloom, 

Where a wind ever soft, from the blue heavens 
blows, 

And the groves are of laurel, and myrtle, and 
rose. — Goethe. 



52. 
Near the great gate, Father Thames rolls sun- 
bright and clear, 
Cobham Woods to the right — on the opposite 

shore 
Lamdon Hills in the distance, ten miles off or 

more. 
Then you've Milton and Gravesend behind, and 

before 
You can see almost all the way down to the Nore. 
So charming a spot 
It's rarely one's lot 
To see, and when seen it's as rarely forgot. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



S3- 
A homely Cottage, quaint and old, 
Its thatch grown thick with green and gold, 

And wind-sown grasses. 
Unchanged it stands in sun and rain, 
And seldom through the quiet lane 

A footstep passes. — Doicdney. 



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54- 

There is a spot on earth supremely blest, 
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. 

— Montgomery. 



55- 
An English home-gray twilight pour'd 
On dewy pastures, dewy trees, 
Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, 
A haunt of ancient peace. 

— Te7inyson. 



56. 

In a little Vale, 
Sheltered from snow-storms by the stately pines, 
A small, clear river wanders quietly, 
Its smooth waves only cut by the light barks 
Of fishers, and but darkened by the shade 
The willows fling, when to the southern wind 
They throw their long green tresses. 

— Z. E. L. 



57- 
Your home shall be 
A little Shop, where people stop 
To purchase tarts or nice cakes for tea. 

— Bayly. 



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58. 

A Cottage half embowered 
With modest jessamine, and that sweet spot 
Of garden ground, where ranged in neat array, 
Grow countless sweets, the wallflower and the 
pink. 

— Kirke White. 



59- 

Your house of trade in Regent Street ; 
A few miles off your Country-seat. 

— Dr. Sy?itax. 



60. 

The House itself of timbers 
Hewn from the cypress tree, and carefully fitted 

together ; 
Large and low the roof, and on slender columns 

supported, 
Rose-wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and 

spacious veranda, 
Haunts of the humming-bird and the bee. 

— Longfellow. 



61. 

In lone Malabar, 
Where the infinite forest spreads breathless and 

far, 
'Mid the cruel of eye and the stealthy of claw, 
(Striped and spotted destroyers). 

— " Lucile" Lytton. 



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62. 

An Abbey fair to see ; 
It hath manors a dozen, and royalties three, 
With right of free-warren, whatever that be. 
Rich pastures in front and green woods in the 

rear, 
All in full leaf at the right time of year. 
About Christmas, or so, they fall into the sear, 
And the prospect, of course, becomes rather more 

drear, 
But it's really delightful in spring-time. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



63- 

Thy dwelling is in lowly Cottage walls, 
That in the thickets of the woodbine hide, 
With hum of bees around, and from the side 
Of woody hills, some little babbling spring. 

— Geo. Croly. 



64. 

A spot that's free from London kind. 

— T. Moore. 



65. 
A simple Hut \ but there is seen 
The little garden edged with green, 
The cheerful hearth and lattice clean. 
— "Zay of the Last Minstrel" 



WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



In woods and glens you love to roam, 
When the tired hedger hies him home; 
Or by the woodland pool to rest, 
When pale the star looks on its breast. 

— Kirke White. 



The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; 
The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide; 
The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, 
And the full choir that makes the universal grove. 

— Beattie. 



To breathe, and live, and move, and be as free 
As nature is, and man was made to be. 

— Montgomery, 



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WHA T DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



It is pleasant to sit and talk 
Of days that are no more, 
When in your own dear home 
To rest at last. 

— JR. Soutkey. 



Gentleman. 



To have a haunch of good buck to eat and a 

glass of Maderia old ; 
And a gentle wife to rest with, and in thy arms to 

fold; 
An Arabic book to study, a Norfolk cob to ride, 
With blessings like these around one, and blest 

with good health withal, 
Were you to live for a hundred years you never 

for death would call. 

— Lavengro. 



5- 

Lady. 

Music made by heart to heart, 
In which the least can bear a part ; 
More exquisite than all the notes 
Of nightingales and thrushes' throats. 

— jf. Montgomery. 




How sweet it is to saunter through a wood, 
An old place full of many a lovely brood ; 
Tall trees, green arbors, and ground-flowers in 

flocks, 
And wild rose tip-toe upon hawthorn stocks. 

— Wordsworth. 



The cooing of the cushat dove, 
Her notes of peace, arid rest, and love. 
— " Lady of the Lake" 



8. 
Lady. 

You dearly love to hear the song 
Of the wild birds in the trees ; 

When the hair is lifted from the brow 
By the gentle morning breeze. 

— Miss Pardoe. 



8. 

Gentleman. 



A stroll to the bath — 
A ride through the hills on a hack like a lath, 
A cigar, a French novel, a tedious flirtation, 
Are all that you find for a day's occupation. 

— "Lucile" Lytton. 



The little strong embrace 

Of prattling children twisted round your neck, 

And emulous to please. 

— J. Thomson. 

10. 

To hear the watch-dog's honest bark 

Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as you draw near 
home ; 
Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark 
Your coming, and look brighter when you 
come. 

— Byron. 

ii. 

To have your toes unplagued with corns. 
— u Romeo aiid Juliet." 

12. 

To sit with downward list'ning ear and cross'd 

knee, 
Half conscious,- half unconscious, of the throng 
Of fellow-ears, and hear the well-met skill 
Of fine musicians. 

— Leigh Hunt. 



*3- 

You love the sea, she is your fellow creature, 
Your careful purveyor ; she provides your store. 

— Quarks. 



WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



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14. 



A basin of good mutton broth with a chop in it. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



Gentleman. 



Hunting the hart in forest green, 

With bended bow and bloodhound free, 

For that's the life is meet for thee. 

— "Lady of the Lake." 



15- 
Lady. 

A little cadeau, 
A " present from Brighton " or " token " to show, 
In the shape of a work-box,- ring, bracelet, or so 
That your friends don't forget you although they 

may go 
To Ramsgate, or Rome, or Fernando Po. 

— " Lngoldsby Legends" 



16. 

The still sound 
Of falling waters, lulling as the sound 
Of Indian bees at sunset when they throng 
Around the fragrant nilica, and deep 
In its blossoms hum themselves to sleep. 

— Moore. 



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WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



17- 

The moan of doves in immemorial elms; 
And murmuring of innumerable bees. 

— Tennyson, 



18. 

Gentleman. 



You have one darling vice, 
You are remarkably partial to anything nice ; 
Nought that is good to thee comes amiss, 
Whether to eat, or to drink, or to kiss ! 
Especially ale — if its not too stale, 
I really believe you could empty a pail. 

— "Lngoldsby Legends." 



18. 
Lady. 

Dearly you love the meadows, 
Where the turf is fresh and green; 

And you love the shady hedgerows, 
Where the purple violets are seen. 

— Pardoe. 



19. 

Gentleman. 

A landau and four blood bays. 

- — "The Bridal of Triermain." 



WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



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20. 



A dish that you do love to feed upon 
Is a piece of beef and mustard. 

— " Taming of the Shrew" 



21. 

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, 
You love the play-place of your early days ; 
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, 
That feels not at that sight and feels at none. 
The chalky ring, and knuckle-down at taw, 
This fond attachment to the well known place, 
Where first you started into life's long race. 

— Cowper. 



22. 

Lady. 

When cards, invitations, and three corner'd notes 
Fly about like white butterflies. 

— " Liuile" Lytton. 



22. 

Gentleman. 

Bread and cheese, and spring onions, and sound 

table beer, 
And even green peas when they are not too dear. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



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WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



23- 

Cool grots and living lakes, the flowery pride 
Of meads, and streams that through the valley 

glide, 
And shady groves that easy sleep invite, 
And, after toilsome days, a soft repose at night. 

— Virgil. 



24. 

Gentleman. 



The moors, the moors !, the joyous moors, 
When autumn displays her golden stores, 

When the morning's breath 

Blows across the heath, 

And the ferns wave wide 

On the mountain side, 

Tis gladness to ride 
At the peep of dawn o'er the dewy moors. 

— Liddell. 



24. 

Lady. 

Sometimes thou hast a Dutch love for tulips, 
Then for roses, moss or musk, to grace the city 

rooms, 
Or fruits and cream, served in the weeping elm. 

— Te?i7iyso?t. 



WHA T DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



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2 5- 
To lie amid some sylvan scene, 
Where, the long drooping boughs between, 
Shadow dark and sunlight sheen 
Alternate come and go. 

— Longfellow. 



26. 

Lady. 

Good temper — 'tis the choicest gift 
That woman homeward brings ; 

And can the poorest peasant lift 
To bliss unknown to kings. 

— Swain. 



26. 

Gentleman. 



The chase — 
So animated that it might allure 
Saint from his beads to join the jocund race, 
Even Nimrod's self might leave the plains of Jura 
And wear the Melton jacket for a space. 

— Byron. 



27. 

Better in fields to seek health unsought, 
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. 

— Dryden. 




The music of the village bells, 
Falling at intervals upon the ear 
In cadence sweet, now dying all away, 
Now pealing loud again and louder still, 
Clear, and sonorous as the gale comes on, 

— Cowper. 



\ . 29. 

The approach of night, 
The skies yet blushing with departing light, 
When falling dews with spangles deck the glade, 
And the low sun has lengthen'd every shade. 

' —Pope. 



3°- 
Gentleman. 

To see the brave pack, how to the head they 

press, 
Jostling in close array, then more diffuse 
Obliquely wheel, while from their opening 

mouths 
The volleyed thunder breaks. 

— Somerville. 



3°- 
Lady. 

A parrot of that famous kind 
Whose name is " Nonpariel." 

— Wordsworth. 



WHA T DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



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3 1 - 

When in the crimson cloud of even, 

The lingering light decays, 
And Hesper in the front of heaven 

His glittering gems display. 

— Beattie. 



32. 

Lady. 

You sigh for new scenes and new faces, 
And long to be finished in France. 

— Wm. Abdy. 



32. 

Gentleman. 
A boat is the toy for thee, 
To rollick about in on river and sea, 
To be a child of the breeze and the gale, 
And like a wild bird on the deep to sail, 
This is the life for thee. 

—Procter. 



33- 

A Roman meal, 
Such as the mistress of the world once found 
Under an old oak's domestic shade, 
Enjoy'd spare feast, a radish and an egg. 

—Cowj>sr. 



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WHA T DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



34. 

A pleasant, quiet, country walk 
On a sunny Sabbath day. 

— Mackay. 

35- 
Gentleman. 
'Tis cricket you sing of illustrious fame, 
No nation e'er boasted so noble a game. 

— Colton. 



35- 

Lady. 
Alone by the ocean at even to wander, 
When soft o'er the waters the moonbeams are 

cast, 
To hear some sweet voice in the billows' deep 

thunder, 
And dream of the fast-fading scenes of the past. 

— G. Earnest. 



36. 

Gentleman. 

Horse-racing — the manly, the noble sport of 
a free people. 

— William IV. 



36. 

Lady. 

Pleasing dreams and slumbers light. 

— "Marmion" 



37- 

Of all the arts beneath the heaven, 
That man has found or God has given, 
None draws the soul so sweet away 
As music's melting, mystic lay ; 
Slight emblem of the bliss above, 
It soothes the spirit all to love. 

—Hogg. 



38. 

There's nothing half so dear to thee, 

In all thy native land, 
As the warm glance of friendship's eye, 

The clasp of friendship's hand. 

— Banks, 



39- 

You love to go forth ere the dawn, to inhale 

The health-breathing freshness that floats on the 
gale, 

When the thorn and the woodbine are bursting 
with buds, 

And the throstle is heard in the depths of the 
woods ; 

When the verdure grows bright where the rivu- 
lets run, 

And the primrose and daisy look up at the sun. 

— J. a Prince. 



2 3 8 



WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



40. 

How dear to thee the hour when daylight dies, 
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea; 

For then sweet dreams of other days arise, 
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. 

— Moore, 





41. 






Gentleman, 




Of all 


your fond diversions. 




A hunter's life is best. 








-Lennox 




41. 






Lady. 





To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, 
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, 
Where things that own not man's dominion 
dwell, 
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been. 

— Byro?i. 



42. 

Love songs, low and sweet, 
Songs heard of old beneath the purple night, 
Songs heard on earth with heart beat and a blush, 
Songs heard in heaven by the breathless stars. 

— Smith. 



WHA T DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



2 V 



43- 

Merry England, a glorious land I ween ; 

Her men a race of heroes bold, each maid a 

fairy queen; 
For honor, valor, wisdom, fam'd; for wit and 

beauty rare ; 
No spot on earth surpasseth it, the fairest of the 

fair. 

— Latitat. 



44- 

To hear the organ groaning for power, and roll- 
ing thro' the court, 
A long, melodious thunder, to the sound 
Of solemn psalms and silver litanies. 

— Tennyson. 



45- 
Lady, 

In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire 
With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales 
Of woeful ages long ago betide, 
That send the hearers weeping to their beds. 

—"Richard ILL 11 



45- 

Gentleman. 



To lead the field, top the barred gate, 

O'er the deep ditch exulting bound, and brush 

The thorny twining hedge. 

— Somerville. 




At evening to rest in the dell 

Where the tall fern is drooping above the green 

well, 
When the vesper-star barns, when the zephyr 

wind blows, 
And the lay of the nightingale ruffles the rose ; 
There is a harvest of knowledge in all that you see, 
For a stone or a leaf is a treasure to thee. 

— Prince. 



47- 

Gentleman. 
Deviled kidneys, and sweet breads, and ducks, 

and green peas, 
Baked sucking-pig, goose, and all viands like 

these, 
Hash'd calves' head included, and a glass of 
port wine after cheese. 

— "Ingoldsby Legends." 



47- 
Lady. 

Stolen walks through moonlight shades, 
With him you love beside you. — Moore. 

48. 

The merry Christmas bells, 
For well we love the dear familiar sound \ 
Voices long silent in their music dwells, 
Loved forms, long vanished, seem to cluster 
round. ■ — Forrester. 




49- 
You love the twilight ! as the shadows roll, 
The calm of evening steals upon thy soul, 
Sublimely tender, solemnly serene. 

— Mofitgomery. 

So- 



Skating — all shod with steel 

We hissed along the polished ice in games 

Confederate, imitation of the chase. 

— H. Frost 



5 1 - 

By night to linger on the lawn, 
For underfoot the hert is dry, 
And genial warmth; and o'er the sky 
The silvery haze of summer dawn. 

— Tennyson. 



5 2 - 
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls 
Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ; 
A midnight bell, a parting groan, 
These are the sounds you feed upon ; 
Then stretch your bones in a still, gloomy valley 
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy 

— Fletche7\ 



53- 

Life and health, 

And store of literary wealth. 

— "Marmioii" 



54- 
Gentleman. 

Of all life's pleasures dear to thee, 

The one thou lovest best 
Is to sail thy yacht on the open sea, 

And her speed in the breeze to test. 

— Dibdin. 



54. 
Lady. 

The book-shelves, where tomes of all sizes are 

spread, 
Not placed to be look'd at, but meant to be 

read. — E. Cook. 



55- 
Gentleman. 

Woman-kind, 

Whom all men ought, both young and old, de- 
fend with all their might, 

Considering what they do, deserve of every liv- 
ing wight. — More. 



55- 
Lady. 

A bright kettle singing its matin song. 



-Rogers. 



56. 

To hear the old church ding-dong soft and clear, 
The welcome sounds are doubly blest 
With future hope and earthly rest. 

— E. Cook. 



57- 
Lady. 

To sit without emotion, hope or aim, 

In the loved presence of thy cottage fire, 

And listen to the flapping of the flame, 
Or kettle, whispering its faint undersong. 

— Wordsworth. 



57- 
Gentleman. 

You love to hear the music of the hounds 

Uncouple in the western valley, 

Up to the mountain top, 

And mark the musical confusion 

Of hounds and echo in conjunction. 

— u Midsummer Nighfs Dream. 



58. 

The pleasures of neighborly chat, 
If you can but keep scandal away, 

To learn what the world has been at, 
And what the great orators say. 

— Bloomfield. 




59- 

The crickets chirping in the hearth. 

— Goldsmith. 



60. 

Pleasant books that silently among 

Your household treasures take familiar places, 
And are to you as if a living tongue 

Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces. 

— Longfellow. 



61. 

What thing doth please thee most ? 
To gaze on beauty's face. 

— Nash. 



62. 

To have no scandal while you dine, 
But honest talk and wholesome wine, 
And only hear the magpie gossip 
Garrulous under a roof of pine. 

— Tennyson. 



63. 

Music of birds, and rustling of young boughs, 
And sound of swaying branches, and the voice 
Of distant waterfalls. 

— Bryant. 



WHA T DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



45 



64. 

A fat tripe finely broiled. 

— Shakespeare. 

Lady. 

You love to roam and gaze at will 

Upon Swiss valleys fair, 
But most on every Alpine hill, 

For freedom's home is there. 

— T. Dale. 



65. 

Gentleman. 



A light breakfast — bacon, 
An egg with a little broil'd haddock, 
A round and a half of some hot butter'd toast, 
With a slice of cold sirloin from yesterday's roast. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



66. 

Pastry may do for the gay, 

Old maids may find comfort in tea, 

But there's something about ham and beef 

That agrees a deal better with thee. 

— Malo?ie. 



67. 

To drive the deer with hound and horn. 

— " Chevy Chase." 






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WHA T DO YOU LIKE BEST? 



68. 

A four-in-hand, with three piebalds and a roan, 

— Tennyson. 



69. 

Gentleman. 



At five on a dewy morning, 

Before the blazing day, 
To be up and off on a high-mettled horse, 

Over the hills away ; 
To drink the rich, sweet breath of the gorse, 
And bathe in the breeze of the downs. 

— Tupper. 



69. 

Lady. 

To sit in the roses, and hear the bird's song. 

— Moore. 



70. 

You love it, you love it, and who shall dare 
To chide you for loving that old arm chair. 

— E. Cook. 



7 1 - 

A schooner yacht well furnished, built by White, 
To take short cruises round the Isle of Wight. 

— Dering. 



WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE MOST? 



i. 



You hate ingratitude more in a man 
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, 
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruptions 
Inhabit our frail blood. 

— " Twelfth Night." 



A keen north wind, blowing dry. 

— Dryden. 



The longing for ignoble things, 

The strife for triumph more than truth, 

The hardening of the heart, that brings 
Irreverence for the dreams of youth. 

— Longfellow. 




You loathe bread puddings, sago, mutton-broth, 
Rice-milk, and water-gruel. 

— H Smith. 



The huge metropolis, 
Its din, and dust, and smoke, and sweet 
Thames water, payior's ground and London sky. 

— Southey. 

6. 

Colds, hunger, prisons, ills without a cure. 

— Dryden. 



A mouse that comes out, when 'tis dark in some 

old ducal house 
Long deserted, where no one the creature can 

scare, 
And the forms on the arras are all that move 

there. 

— Lytton. 



8. 

Flatterers who are always bowing and cringing. 

— Arbuthnot. 



A gnat that vexes thy pillow. 

— "Harold" 7 amy son. 



WHA T DO YOU DISLIKE MOST? 



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IO. 



Partings, such as press 
The life from out young hearts, and choking 

sighs, 
That ne'er may be repeated. 

— Byron. 



11. 



To reach a chilling chamber where you dread 
the damps. 

— Crabbe. 



12. 

The man who builds his name 

On ruins of another's fame ; 

Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, 

Imagine that they raise their own; 

Thus scribblers, covetous of praise, 

Think slander can transplant the bays. 

— Gay. 



13- 

The detestable din of a crack'd violin, 
And the odors of " stout," and tobacco, and gin. 

— " Inge Ids by Legends.' 1 



14. 

A rat without a tail. 



—"Macbeth." 




J 5- 

A peevish April day, 

A little sun — a little rain. 

— Kirke White. 



16. 

You abominate physic, you care not who knows 
That there's nothing on earth you detest like a 

dose; 
That yellowish green looking fluid, whose hue, 
So extremely unpleasant to view, 
With its sickly appearance that trenches so near 
On what Homer defines the complexion of fear. 

— " Ingoldsby Legends" 



17- 
Those slimy things that crawl with legs 
Upon the slimy sea. 

— Coleridge. 



18. 

Christmas— the most uncomfortable time of^the 
year. 

— Addison. 



A toad, ugly, and venomous, 
Wears yet a jewel in its head. 

— Shakespeare. 



20. 



The appalling sound of " Cock-a-doodle-do ! n 

— " Ingoldsby Legends." 



21, 



Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, 
Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, 
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, 
Cocking tails and pricking whiskers. 



— Browning. 



22, 



There is a dish you love not, you cannot endure, 
my lady — tongue. 

— "Much Ado About Nothing." 



23- 

A fop, well dress'd, extravagant, and wild. 

— Dryden. 



24. 

The long moan of the monotonous sea, 
And ceaseless wash of never-ending waves, 
The roll of foaming billows thro' dim caves 
Skirting the unknown shores. 

— W. Sharp. 



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WHA T DO YOU DISLIKE MOST? 



2 5- 
A gnat, a bat, a cat, and a rat ? 
Or great ugly things — all legs and wings, 
With nasty long tails around nasty long stings. 

— ' T?igoldsby Legends. ' ' 



26. 

Shrilling crickets in the chimney. 

— Gay. 



27. 

An infant crying in the night, 
An infant crying for the light, 
And with no language but a cry. 

— "In Mcntoriam" Tennyson. 



28. 

Dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, 
Any annoyance in that precious sense. 

— Shakespeare. 



29. 

Those nasty French lucifer snappers with mottoes. 

— ' t Ingoldsby Legends. ' ' 



3°- 
A cat singing a brave treble in her own language 

— Tennyson. 



3 1 - 

Uprousing from its coil the snake ; 
And stirring from their damp abode, 
The slimy worm and loathsome toad. 

— Z. E. L. 



3 2 - 

Revenge, at first though sweet, 
Bitter, ere long, back on itself recoils. 

— Milton, 



33- 

You hate the crowded town ! 
You cannot breathe shut up within its gates. 
Air ! — you want air, and sunshine, and blue sky. 

— Longfellow. 



34- 

Brentford, tedious town, 
For dirty streets, and white-legged chickens 
known. 

— Gay. 



35- 
Leaping over some horrid chasm, 
Enough to give any heart a spasm. 

— Hood. 



WHAT WILL BE YOUR FATE ? 



To be resigned when ills betide, 
Patient, when favors are denied, 
And pleased with favors given. 

— Cotton. 



Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, 
Long continuance, and increasing; 
Hourly joys be still upon you. 

—"Tempest:' 



The worst of woes that wait on age ; 
That stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow ; 
To view each loved one blotted from life's page, 
And be alone on earth. 

—"Childe Harold^ Byron. 



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WHAT WILL BE YOUR FATE? 



To live with Freedom, or to die with Fame. 

—Day. 



Gentleman, 



Art thou a man ?— a patriot ? — look around, 
O, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, 
That land thy country, and that spot thy home. 

— Montgomery, 



5- 
Lady. 

An outcast pilgrim will you rove, 
Than wed the man you cannot love. 
— u Lady of the Laker 



6. 

Comfort will on your lot attend, 
And virtue be your bosom friend. 

— Dr. Syntax. 



To dwell apart from all, in some green dell 
Of sunny beauty, leaves and flowers, 
And nestling birds to sing the hours. 

— L. E. Z. 



8. 

To pine, the prey of every changing mood ; 
To gaze on thine own heart ; and meditate 
Irrevocable faults, and coming fate — 
Too late the last to shun — the first to mend — 
To count the hours that struggle to thine end, 
With not a friend to animate ; 
Around thee foes to forge the ready lie, 
And blot life's latest scene with calumny. 

—"The Corsair: 7 



9- 

Lady. 

[A cavalier from court, handsome and tall, 
And rich, shall come one day to marry you, 
And you shall be a lady. 

— Longfellow. 



Gentleman. 



Thy fortune leads to traverse realms alone, 
And find no spot of all the world thine own. 

— Thackeray. 



10. 



To grow up wise, and good, and kind, 
Gifted in person, as in mind. 

—M. Howiti. 



II 



Through many a clime 'tis thine to go, 
With many a retrospection curst ; 

And all thy solace is to know, 

Whate'er betides, thou hast known the worst. 
— ' ' Childe Harold, ' ' Byron. 



12. 

Gentleman. 



'Tis your fate, unemploy'd or in pay sir, 
To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor. 

— Goldsmith. 



12, 



Lady. 

Early next Thursday morn 
Shall happily make thee a joyful bride. 
— u Romeo and Juliet. 



13- 

To be left alone, 
To live forgotten, and die forlorn. 

— Tennyson. 



14. 

You may be wise, or rich, or great, 
But never can be blest. 

— Burns. 




You will have just the life you prefer, 
With little to hope or to fear. 

— Cowper. 



16. 

May joy and ease, and affluence and content, 
And the light conscience of a life well spent, 
Calm every thought, inspirit every grace, 
Glow in thy heart, smile upon thy face. 

— Pope. 



i7- 

May your days 
Glide on as glides the stream that never stays ; 
Bright as whose shingled bed, till life's decline, 
May all your worth and all your virtues shine. 

— Bloomjield. 



18. 

A lone exile, remembered by none — 
Thy high aims abandoned — thy good deeds un- 
done — 
Aweary of all that is under the sun — 
With that sadness of heart which no stranger can 

scan, 
Thou fliest to the desert afar from man. 

— Thos. Pringle. 



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WHAT WILL BE YOUR FATE? 



I 9 . 

Amidst the crowti, the hum, the shock of men, 

To hear, to see, to feel and to possess, 
And roam along, the world's tired denizen, 
With none who bless you, none whom you 
can bless. 

— "Childe Harold" Byron. 



20. 



Day shall improve on day, and year on year, 
Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear. 

—Pope. 



21. 

Lady. 

You may sit in a corner and cry 
Heigho ho for a husband. 

— "Much Ado About Nothing'' 



21. 

Gentleman. 



Never to taste the pleasures of the world, 
Never to be inflicted with delight, 
Nor conversant with ease and idleness. 

— "King John" 



22. 



Life's troubled way shall prove to thee, 
Even as the high and stormy sea. 

— Mrs. Abdy\ 



WHAT WILL BE YOUR FATE? 2 6l 



2 3- 
To lose good- days that might be better spent, 
To waste long nights in pensive discontent, 
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow, 
To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow. 

— Spenser. 



24. 

What wish can friendship form for thee ? 

What brighter star invoke to shine ? 
Thy path from every thorn is free, 

And every rose is thine. 

— Hemans. 



25- 
A blissful certainty, a vision bright, 
Of that rare happiness which even on earth 
Heaven gives to those it loves. 

— Longfellow. 



26. 

Your prime of life in wanderings spent, and care 
Impelled, with steps unceasing, to pursue 
Some fleeting good, that mocks you with the view 
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, 
Allures from far, yet as you follow, flies. 

— Goldsmith. 



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WHAT WILL BE YOUR FATE? 



27. 

Thou art doomed in age to know 
The calm that wisdom steals from woe ; 
The holy pride of high intent, 
The glory of a life well spent. 

— John Wilson, 



28. 

To be in shady cloister mew'd, 
Chanting faint hymns to the fruitless moon; 
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. 
— u Midsummer Nighfs Dream" 



29. 

Gay hope and ease and joy and rest. 
All, all that charm the peaceful breast, 
Forever you resign. 

— J. Langhorne. 



30- 

A fate utterly lone and desolate, 
It is the spirit's bitterest pain 
To love, to be beloved again ; 
And yet to feel a gulf which ever 
The hearts that yearn to meet must sever. 

— L, J2. L* 



WHA T WILL BE YOUR FA TE ? 



263 



3*- 

Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, 
Long continuance and increasing, 
Hourly joys still be upon you. 

— "Tempest" 



32. 

Gentleman. 

There's no controlling fate ; and fate, I see, 
By love has destined thee to make thy fortune. 

— Knowles. 



32. 

Lady. 

What a weariness of life is thine, 

To feed thy swans, with nought to stir thy blood. 

Unless thou scold thy women thrice a day. 

— A. Smith. 



33- 
Serene will be your days and bright, 

And happy will your nature be, 
When love is an unerring light, 
And joy its own security. 

— Wordsworth. 



34- 

Still be thine,. 
The all-in-all of life, content. 

— Campbell. 



264 



WHA T WILL BE YOUR FA TE ? 



35- 

Shelter'd free from care and strife, 
May you enjoy a calm thro' life ; 
See faction safe in low degree, 
As men on land see storms at sea. 

— M. Green, 



3* 

Thou hast been 
In better state than now it seems thou art ; 
But thou shalt rise again, 
And prove more happy than thou ever wast. 

— Hey iv 00 d. 



37- 
Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining. 
Thy fate is the common fate of all ; 
Into each life some rain must fall, 
Some days must be dark and dreary. 

— Longfellow, 



38. 

Earth's bounties shall be poured on thee, 
Like those bright treasures of the sea. 

— Mrs, Abdy. 



WHA T WILL BE YOUR FA TE ? 



265 



39- 

A life of pain, the loss of peace 
From infant's play to man's caprice : 
The lovely toy so fiercely sought, 
Hath lost its charm by being caught ; 
For every touch that woo'd its stay, 
Hath brushed its brightest hues away. 

— Byron. 



40. 

Gentleman. 



Be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate ; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labor and to wait. 

— Longfelloiv. 



40. 

Lady. 

With him to live alone, 

How much better than to own 

A crown, a sceptre, and a throne. 

— Tennyson, 



41. 

To live and die in a shady bower, 
Single on the gladsome earth. 

— Wordsworth. 



266 



WHAT WILL BE YOUR FATE? 



42. 

So dark your fate 
Through every turn of life hath been, 
Man and the world you so much hate, 
And care not when you quit the scene. 

— Byron. 



43- 

Lady. 

He's coming frae the north that's to marry ye, 
A feather in his bonnet and the kilt aboon his 

knee. 
He's a bonnie Highland laddie, and so ye will 

see. 

— Scotch Song. 



43- 

Ge7itlema?t. 



The best of happiness, honor, and fortunes. 

— ' ' Timon of Athens." 



44. 

To fret thy soul with crosses, and with cares, 
To eat thy heart through comfortless despairs, 
To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to ronne, 
To speed, to give, to want, to be undonne. 

— Spenser. 



45- 
You are not for obscurity designed. 

— Dtyden. 



WHA T WILL BE YOUR FA TE ? 



267 



46. 

Ray-fringed eyelids of the morn 
Roof not a glance so keen as thine ; 
If aught of prophecy be mine, 
Thou wilt not live in vain. 

— Tennyson. 



47- 
You that choose not by the view, 
Chance as fair, and choose as true ! 
Since this fortune falls to you, 
Be content and seek no new. 

— u Merchant of Venice." 



48. 

Thy days, though few will pass below 
In much of joy, but more of woe; 
Now nothing left to love or hate, 
No more with hope or pride elate, 
Though better to have died with those, 
Than bear a life of lingering woes. 

— Byron. 



49. 

May thy life below 

Like a strain of music flow, 

Ever sweeter, purer, higher. 

— F. R. Havergal. 



68 



WHAT WILL BE YOUR FATE? 



s°- 

If a more auspicious fate 
On thy advancing steps await, 
Still let it ever be thy pride 
To linger by the laborer's side, 
With words of sympathy or song. 

— Longfelloiv. 



5 1 - 

Shall there not be 

A summer yet for thee ? 

Without the chilling frost of spring, 

Without the eastern wind; 

Without the fitful gleams that fling 

A treacherous ray from rainbow wing; 

These thou hast left behind. 

— F R. HavergaL 



5 2 - 
Your future life that never can deceive you, 
Is full of certain sweets and rich content. 

— Fletcher. 



53- 
Be thy life a star of light 
Glistening through the dusky night. 
— F F. HavergaL 



WHAT MONTH OR SEASON DO YOU 
MOST ENJOY? 



i. 



The Spring in our valleys is born. 
Like the bud that it fosters, to die, 

Like the transient dews of the morn, 
Or the vapor that melts in the sky. 



—Hogg. 



2. 



'Tis in that balmy, vernal time, 
When nature revels in her prime, 
And all is fresh, and fair, and gay, 
Resplendent with the smiles of May. 

— Mant 



Autumn, heralded by the rain, 
With banners by great gales incessant fanned. 

— Longfellow. 



270 



MONTH OR SEASON. 



When dark December glooms the day, 
And takes our autumn joys away : 
When short and scant the sunbeams throw 
Upon the weary wastes of snow. 

— "Marmion" 



Autumn days, 
When the fruit, all mellow, 
Drops amid the ripening rays; 

While the leaflets yellow 
Circle in the sluggish breeze, 
With their portents bitter; 
When between the fading trees 
Broader sunbeams glitter. 

—Kent 



The season, Summer, the month, July, 
When the breeze is dead, and the sun is high, 

— Gay. 



O, May, with all thy flowers and thy green, 
Right welcome be thou, faire, freshe May ! 

— Chaucer. 



8. 

Sweet Spring, when every nook 
Some latent beauty to her wakeful search, 
Presented some sweet flowers or virtual plants, 
In every native of the hill and vale 
She found attractions, and where beauty failed, 
Applauded fragrance, or commended use. 

— Turner 



Winter giveth the fields and trees, so old, 

Their beards of icicles and snow ; 

And the rain, it raineth so fast, and cold, 

We must cower over the embers low ; 

And snugly housed from the wind and weather, 

Mope like birds that are changing feather. 

— Longfellow. 



10. 



The golden beams of sunny June 
The world with light are filling. 



Cook. 



ii 



A moody October, when a pale, 
Ghostly, motionless vapor begins to prevail. 

— ' ; Lucile] ' Lytton . 



12. 

When Christmas revels in a world of snow, 
And bids her berries blush, her carols flow ; 
His spangling shower when frost, the wizard, 

flings, 
Or, borne in ether blue on viewless wings, 
O'er the white pane his silvery foliage weaves, 
And gems with icicles the sheltering eaves. 

— Rogers. 



13- 

Hail, bounteous May ! that dost inspire 
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire. 
Woods and groves are of thy dressing, 
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. 

— Milton 



14. 

In summer-tide 
When through bosky shallows 
Trills the streamlet — all its side 
Pranked with freckled mallows;— 
When in mossy lair of wrens 
Tiny eggs are warming; 
When above the reedy fens 
Dragon -gnats are swarming. 

—Kent 



MONTH OR SEASON. 



273 



*5- 

Sweet April ! — many a thought 
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed, 
Nor shall they fail, till to its autumn brought 
Life's golden fruit is shed. 

— Longfellow. 



16. 

Jovial June, 
How sweet the merry linnet's tune, 

How blithe the blackbird's lay ! 
The wild buck bells from ferny brake, 
The coot dives merry on the lake, 
The saddest heart might pleasure take 
To see all nature gay. 

— "Marmion" 



i7- 

Glorious time of great Too Much ! 
Too much fire, and too much noise, 
Too much babblement of boys ; 
Too much eating, too much drinking, 
Too much ev'rything but thinking, 
Christmas comes, he comes. 

— Leigh HttJit. 




Gentle Spring! in sunshine clad, 

Well dost thou thy power display ! 

The sleet, and the snow, and the wind and the 

rain, 
And they shrink away and they flee in fear 
When thy merry step draws near. 

— Longfellow. 



Though now no more the musing ear 
Delights to listen to the breeze 
That lingers o'er the greenwood shade, 
You love the Winter well. 

— Southey 



20. 



Dark January ! the firstling of the year 
Which, duly marshal'd in his rear 
The train of months successive leads. 

— Mant. 



21. 

Oh nature ! how holy and pure is thy crest, 

As thus upon blossom and spray, 
All bright, lovely things are put forth on thy 
breast, 
Most beautiful, beautiful May. 

— Varndeh. 




22. 



October, when all the woods are hung 
With many tints, the fading livery 
Of life, in which it mourns the coming 
Storms of Winter. 

— PercivaL 



2 3- 

There's a charm in Spring when everything 

Is bursting from the ground; 
When vernal showers bring forth May flowers, 

And all is life around. 

— C. Dickens. 



24. 



Tis a month before the month of May, 
And Spring comes slowly up the way. 



Coleridge. 



2 5- 
Summer's hourly-mellowing change 
May breathe, with many roses sweet, 
Upon the thousand waves of wheat. 

— Tennyson. 



26. 

When April verdure springs in Grosvenor Square, 
And furr'd beauty comes to winter there. 

— Rogers, 



27. 

And what is so rare as a day in June, 
Then if ever come perfect days; 

Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, 
And over it softly her warm ear lays. 

— Lowell. 



28. 

When icicles hang by the wall, 
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, 
And Tom bears logs into the hail, 
And milk comes frozen home in pail, 
When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, 
And nightly sings the staring owl to-who, 
To-whit, to-who, a merry note. 

— "Love's Labor's Lost. 



29. 

Autumn, you love its pensive air, 
Its yellow garb, its visage sad and dun. 

— Mrs. Tighe. 



3°- 
The flowery May, 
*That from her green lap throws 
The yellow cowslip and pale primrose. 

— Milton 



3 1 - 

Oh! who can speak his joys when Spring's 

young morn 
From wood and pasture open'd on his view ; 
When tender green buds blush upon the thorn, 
And the first primrose dips its leaves in dew. 

— Clare. 



32. 

Welcome is the sunshine 

Of beautiful July, 
And blessed are the green fields 

It ripens from on high ; 
And lovely are the rivers 

And glorious the sea, 
There is no time like Summer time, 

Wherever we may be. 

— Carpenter. 



33- 

Autumn ! why so soon 

Depart the hues that make the forest glad; 
Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon, 

And leaves thee wild and sad. 

— Bryant 



278 



MONTH OR SEASON. 



34- 

Sweet the lengthening April day, 
While the soul is free, 
Ranging wild o'er hill and lea. 



-Kebk. 



35' 



Approaching Spring, 
When gay the elder sprouts her winged leaves, 
When tootling robins carol-welcomes sing, 
And sparrows chelp glad tidings from the eaves, 

— Clare. 



3(>- 

Christmas comes 
Ushered with a rain of plums; 
Hollies in the windows greet him, 
Schools come driving home to meet him ; 
Every mouth delights to name him ; 
Wet and cold, and winds and dark, 
Mark him but the warmer mark. 

— Leigh Hunt. 



37- 
Autumn, with a noise of rooks, 
That gather in the waning woods. 

— "In Mernoriani" Tennyson. 



MONTH OR SEASON. 2 JC 



38- 

When March with varying face appears, 

And sweeps the heavens with blust'ring gale, 

His sunny smiles and cloudy tears 
And frost and sleet by turn prevail. 

— Beck. 



39- 

Spring ! the blithesome Spring, 
When wild flowers bloom and -wild birds sing; 
Without a withered or a waning leaf, 
To waken a single thought of grief; 
Oh well may feeling and fancy cling 
To the glad return of blithesome Spring. 

— Barton. 



40. 

Blithe April airs shall sing, 
A thousand wild flowers round them shall unfold. 
The green buds glisten in the dews of spring, 
And all be vernal rapture as of old. 

—Keble. 



41. 

The gladsome month of lively May, 

When the wild birds' song on stem and spray 

Invites to forest bower. 

—Scott 



280 



MONTH OR SEASON. 



42. 

Fair is rich August's golden crown , 
But few the blossoms newly blown ; 
Yet of those few are some that vie 
With Flora's fairest family 
In grace, if not in sweet perfume. 

— Mant. 



43- 

Autumn, laying here and there 
A fiery finger on the leaves. 

— Tennyson. 



44. 

Fresh Spring! the herald of love's mighty king, 
In whose coat armour richly are displayed 

All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring 
In goodly colors gloriously arrayed. 

— Spenser. 



45- 
Rosy June, 
With song of birds, and stir of leaves and wings, 
And run of rills and bubble of bright springs, 
And hourly burst of pretty buds to flower. 

— We I? be. 




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